back at it

one who knows the sound of a lost game of jenga knows the sound of defeat. "oooouuuuggggghhhhhh," tough luck buddy. thanks to the red jack i know the sound of defeat as well as the silence of free wi-fi. do you? i thought not, so come and visit my blog.

regardless of the shim-sham of entry sentences, here is what i am her to talki.e.write about. advertsing galas. if i liked to capitalize that would have been one of them. anyways these are things i like to attend. if anyone watches people who work in or even entertain the thought of possibly working in advertising they definitely look around to see who's doing the same.

today was my first proffessional hung-up work, free bar party. i would be lying if i said stereotypes were not permeated through the boards they were hung on. i helped hang the entire exhibit and most of the others helping were just not taking the speed-bumps at the speed or with the kind of smile that i like to take them. patience is a virtue and it seems that i have more than most. thank u grandma shirley. i'm sorry i talked about losing the lakeside game before you died, i didn't know it was coming. and the broken coaster kristi and i lied about, i'm sorry and i apologize. i know i won't know how great you were until much later on my walk, which kills me because i miss you so much already.

nevertheless the party went on and there was eavesdropping to do. ( a note for any future blog faithful that don't follow my blog currently, eavesdropping is one of my foremost talents. it is derived from my many years of waiting tables.) while at the show i read some long copy ads, two of them really hit me and they were both about amnesty international. so what was it that hit me you think? the idealogies of amnesty international or the ads themselves? i'd like to know.

i love observing people schmoozing yet i never get to watch video of myslef doing it. i imagine i would turn red in the cheeks. i manning, me.