Sunday, September 26, 2010

Rent the Runway Part III

So Drew and I have been driving around and can't find a drop box to save my life. Looks like my rental is going to be extended-- hopefully I don't get charged twice. I had to buy two sets of earrings since the Pakistani saleswoman ripped me off charging me $50 for a set that fell apart before I even wore it.

Everything was straight out of a beautiful movie you want to be your real life. Bowties and Bangles was held in Union Station with purple lighting and a slight echo to everyone that spoke. Dancers performed and everyone was mouthing the words to their favorite songs. From an outside perspective I just kept my mind on analyzing everything going on thinking, "This is someone's real life." Most of the people in attendance were much older starting at about age 36 and going up from there. I watched from a balcony as the Steve Edwards Band performed "Crazy" by Cee Lo Green while the security guard mouthed the words quietly to herself.

I was very happy to get to experience something I undoubtedly will be much older to go as an attendee, but just to be there was a great occasion. At one point during the auction everyone was pledging for Save A Child and literally holding up cards with sad childrens facing pledging to help educated 10 children, 100 children, et cetera. It was quite saddening thinking of the juxtaposition of the two worlds at once.

From a white girl from Kansas, it reminded me of a speech William Parrish gives in the movie Meet Joe Black. I wonder at what point when I have lived more of my life I will be able to feel that same sort of nostalgic comfort. Maybe on my wedding day at the Aldrich Mansion, that would be great. The little girl inside of me who just wanted Gloria Vanderbilt's bedroom would be thrilled I know.

What a glorious night.

Every face I see is a memory.

It may not be a perfectly perfect memory.

Sometimes we had our ups and downs.

But we're all together and you're mine for a night.

And I'm going to break precedent and tell you my one-candle wish:

That you would have a life as lucky as mine,

where you can wake up one morning and say,

"I don't want anything more."






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