The Gay Guy Can Do It

I was asked by one of my female peers to tie a ribbon on a gift for one the VPs. I thought this was odd. Out of all the people in the office, the out gay guy (there are a few closeted gays in the office who avoid me like the plague) was selected for the ribbon tying. Was it assumed that, because I’m gay, I have specialized ribbon tying skills? I actually do but I’ve never discussed these skills at work. My second partner, who I was with in the 1980’s, was a textile designer employed by a gift wrap manufacturer. I learned a thing or two about wrapping gifts and tying ribbons. As I was tying the ribbon on the gift, the woman told me she bought the ribbon at Hobby Lobby. I cringed but continued until the job was complete. I learned long ago to pick my battles and giving this woman a lecture on supporting Hobby Lobby is not in the best interest of the my career. So I bit my tongue and tied a rather fabulous ribbon on the VP’s gift. The woman was pleased. Mission accomplished. The only thing left to do was to add gift wrapping and ribbon tying to my contract’s statement of work and to update my LinkedIn’s skill set.

It’s Friday!

Betty Page photographed by Irving Klaw.

I’m skipping the holiday party tonight. I’m hitting a few gallery openings before ending the evening at a dive bar to celebrate Kelly’s husband’s birthday. Miss Y., the former Mrs. L., will be there with new tales of splitting the community property with her soon to be ex-husband. I’ll probably run into the ex-husband earlier in the evening, which may make for an interesting encounter.

Party of One

The holiday invitations have been rolling in. I’ve accepted one and sent regrets for another. I’ve yet to respond to the rest. The invitation I turned down was for a cocktail party on Friday night hosted by a woman who is known for her parties, among other things, such as, being a painter and lover of all things French. Her Capitol Hill condo, which is in a landmark building, makes you feel like you’re in an apartment on Boulevard Saint-Germain. It should be a good time. I’ve had a great time at her previous parties but I have no desire to go. All I have to do is pick up a bottle of Champaign and a hostess gift yet it seem like burden. Perhaps it’s because I’m tired of attending parties and events by myself.

Tomorrow morning I leave the land of enchantment ending my holiday. Today was filled with gallery hopping with Cindi and P-Bear, one of my hosts. Saw stunning art all day including the heiress’ new series of photos at a gallery on Canyon Road. We got caught in a thunderstorm which lead to small hail, followed by sleet, and then snow. All of this happened in a span of ten minutes. Speaking of raining, spending time in Santa Fe is like walking into a strip club and making in rain with dollar bills. The exception being that one needs $20 bills in Santa Fe. Everything one does seems to cost multiples of twenty. A simple lunch is $20. Dinner is $40 or $60. A quick stop at the grocery store is $60. One can burn through money at a rapid pace here. And then there’s the price of art. It’s not uncommon to see $100k works of art, or sculpture nearing $1m. It’s hard to find art under a grand unless it’s small drawing. There’s a lot of art in $2,500 to $7,500 range. This is to be expected for an international art mecca. The target market is the wealthy, but looking is free. The beauty and sometimes funky charm of Santa Fe is free. The mountain vistas and ever changing colors of the desert are inspiring and also free. My memories of time spent in Santa Fe are priceless. As are my friendships. I look forward to creating more memories on my next visit.

Linda Stojack, untitled (figure 102), oil on canvas, 72 x 60, $44,000, Lew Allen Galleries.

Dinner for Eight

Thanksgiving in Santa Fe started with snow and ended with rain. It was a most enjoyable day. We had lively conversations which stayed clear of any topic remotely connected to the current political landscape in the United States. The dinner was not moved to accommodate Cindi’s friend. Sadly, this morning, the friend fell ill with a stomach virus. She texted a cancellation along with wishes for a happy day. I’m not sure if she was actually sick, or just used illness as an excuse to stay home with her dog. The party of eight had a great time. The menu was pared down this year. Everyone ate sensibly. Nobody overate which seemed to be a theme at previous dinners. The liquor flowed all day. Pre-dinner cocktails with caviar started the feast. Wine was served with dinner. Champaign flowed with dessert. After dinner liquors ended the evening around the fireplace. It was a most memorable day spent with good friends who have become my adopted family.

Dinner Drama

I’ve been spending the last few Thanksgivings in Santa Fe with friends. Only one friend has family in Santa Fe but she skips the family dinner her mother hosts at the Four Seasons. The dinners are drama free as we don’t have to skirt around family dynamics, or put up with the relative with radically different political views. That how is it has been for until this year.

The guys are hosting dinner again this year. Dinner was planned for eight people. The time was agreed upon. The menu was planned. Then Cindi invited a friend who is known by all but operates in a secondary orbit to other guests. Cindi’s friend has an elderly dog with special needs. The friend has asked for dinner to be pushed two hours later because of her dog’s needs. This has caused a tiff between the guys and Cindi. The guys don’t want to move the dinner time and Cindi thinks they are not being reasonable for accommodating her friend.

I love Cindi dearly but I’m siding with the guys. Cindi’s friend is asking eight other people to change their plans because of her dog’s needs, which by the way, have never been explained. Cindi’s friend accepted a dinner invitation so I feel she should not ask the hosts to move the dinner time. If your dog’s needs are that important, I feel you should decline the invitation and find someplace else to eat dinner.

Santa Fe is a small town. There’s no reason this woman can’t have dinner and leave to attend to her dog. She can return after her dog is cared for to have desert. I’m sure the desert course can be pushed an hour.

What do you think?

Wearing it Well

I hit the gym after work yesterday. I had a great work out which included 30 minutes of cardio. After the gym, I rustled together a dinner of leftover roasted chicken and vegetables. I set my alarm and hit the bed for a 30 minute nap. When the alarm went off, I wanted to roll over and go back to sleep. My bed felt so good and I was exhausted. I almost decided to skip the art tour and go back to sleep but I had made commitments to see the show Brenda curated, and to stop by to see Sharon and Mai Wyn. I also wanted to see Walter Barton’s show at pirate. After a few minutes of indecision, I rolled out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom to shower. I pulled myself together leaving the house a short time later.

It was a most rewarding art tour even though I was still felt fatigued. Oddly, I had three people tell me how good I looked last night. I must wear exhaustion well.

Here are two of my favorite pieces from the art tour. These pricey paintings (topping out at $30k) were at the opening at the William Havu Gallery.

Jivan Lee, Monument #5 – Sunrise Spectrum, oil on linen, 68 x 50

Jivan Lee, Monument #1 – Morning Rhythms, oil on panel, 30 x 24.