Last night we were invited by our friends Jane Dorner and Stephen Gottlieb to attend a lecture and dinner at the Art Workers Guild. Stephen is the current master so we were "Guests of The Master." That is cool. Sounds like an episode of Dr. Who.
It was like traveling in time. The building interior is lovely and old-world. There were beautiful paintings, robes and creaky old wood stairs. It was very well attended and seems like a really interesting, erudite group. After the lecture was the dinner, which was deliciously prepared entirely by Jane. Well done, Jane!
We met a charming couple who we will be inviting to our next house concert and I think we're going to their house for an informal dinner party tomorrow night. They are intelligent, accomplished, interesting and fun.
On the other side of me at dinner was one of the most obnoxious women I've ever met. She was the classic elderly bully who is very pleased with herself and her superiority to everyone around her. It was hilarious! When I asked her what she does she said, "I do many things and I do them all to an exceedingly high level." I responded, "How interesting!" Yea, I started out polite because sometimes it's just easier that way. But that was just the beginning.
As the "conversation" continued she proceeded to put down absolutely everything I said. In a heated (on her part, I really didn't give shit) discussion about digital photography vs. "the correct old-fashioned way" she responded to my enthusiasm for digital photography as, "Yes, I've heard it all before and I find it quite appalling."
She continued: "I prefer 1840, when they had to exercise skill and taste in order to create a photograph. Digital is quite quite lazy."
I replied: "Well, sadly, everyone is entitled to their opinion." Yea, polite wasn't working for me at that point. I assumed she would ignore me and she did so no harm done.
Then somehow the "conversation" moved on to custume and clothing design and I tried to tell her about my favorite show Project Runway. I described it as a show where they put a dozen amateur fashion designers in a room and then give them a challege to make a dress, with a limited budget, limited guidelines, and only a day. She said, "That's not a challenge, I could do that!" I said, "Well, I enjoy the show because I'm so impressed that they can make a dress in a day considering I don't know anything about sewing and can barely sew on a button."
Her response: "How does one respect oneself if one cannot sew on a button?"
OMG, that has to be one of the top funniest things anyone has ever said to me.
So, I'd had enough of her nonsense and I replied, and I'm not kidding: "Well, I have many other extraordinary abilities." I know, I know, but I just had to say it. The situation was too hilarious not to.
Her response? Silence. Finally!
Then I somehow managed to get her to start talking to the woman on the other side of her and was rid of her and I enjoyed talking to other people who were all very nice.
The whole evening was very 19th century and was unique and interesting and could only happen in... London.


