A couple Saturdays ago I attended the Moon Dog Ball. I had befriended the neighbors next door to the friend whom I had been staying with and I managed to get an invitation to have drinks before the Moon Dog Ball. As you might infer from the name of the event, its intent was to raise funds for Four Paws animal rescue. The neighbor informed me that she had just bought a new party dress just for the occasion. If the event was to involve women in party dresses and there would be alcohol (rather unusual here in Mormon Counry), I was in.
I convinced my friend whose house I had just moved to that she too should come. She donned a fantabulous green long dress she had tailor-made in China. This was not a date, as she has a husband, who currently lives elsewhere. Unlike when I moved to a new city to become a professor, Green Dress has actually seen her spouse several times since moving and actually talks to him regularly. Her eyes light up when her phone plays his ring tone.
We had a great time at the pre-party with the neighbors. I was pleased to feel like an almost local and to have gotten my new housemate invited to a real party with people not affiliated with the university. Not bad for having been in town for less than two weeks.
As I contemplate actually living here in Logan, I find myself working again on my make-friends skills. This is a bit different from the talk-to-people-in-bars-and-campground skills that I have been refining since June of 2011. I have gotten pretty good at making single serving friends, but that did not require asking people for personal information–email addresses, phone numbers, or, really, even their names.
When I moved to Knoxville without the woman I was married to, I found myself, for the first time in years, responsible for making friends. (For a number of reasons, that responsibility had been the domain of said woman.) Sometime my first month there I had managed to get a party invitation where I met a couple of women whom I apparently told about my desire to meet people and have friends in Knoxville; one said “Oh, don’t worry, in a year or so you’ll have tons of friends!” The other concurred. I said that a year and a half was an unacceptable length of time to wait to have friends. I asked them both for their contact information. A decade later, we are still friends.
I once met someone at some large public event. She was enamored of Thor and invited me to a party that she and her husband were having. I wrote down the date and address. A month or later, I showed up for the party. Upon arrival, I sought out the hostess to say hello. “Uh, nice to meet you,” she said, clearly confused about just why I was at her party. I reminded her of the evening and Thor. “Oh! Wow. You really came.” It was a great party. Her husband had an awesome grill that held a whole pig.
There was also a huge bonfire. I share these two pictures mostly to show off that I can still find photographs from October 25, 2003.
It is time to hone those friend-making skills again, and it seems that I am not off to a bad start. After some delicious hors d’oeuvres with the neighbors, we caravanned to the Moon Dog Ball.
The Ball was at the Country Club, one that serves actual drinks. It was with some reluctance that I ordered drinks from the country club bar. Who knew how outrageously they would be priced? Green Dress too, having lived recently in L.A. and Philadelphia, was not sure about paying for drinks at the country club. She suggested that though her first drink was quite delicious that she could make good drinks at home. I threw caution to the wind and bought her another. Over the several hours we were there, we had between us several cocktails and a couple beers. The total, with a respectable tip, was under twenty bucks, about half what I might have expected. It may be hard to find alcohol in Logan, but when you do, it is reasonably priced.
There was a silent auction, in which I purchased a really cool gift for a family member. I would love to show it here, but it might ruin the surprise. Green Dress bought a mushroom tour with a local mycologist. We me the couple who had not yet redeemed the same prize from the previous year and made plans to perhaps take the trip together in the spring. There was a decent jazz band, and a rather bizarre and slightly-too-long performance by a local belly-dancing troop. One might imagine that Logan offers few opportunities for belly dancing performances.
As we were touring the offerings for the silent auction, I was stopped by a pair of women who said “Your wife’s dress is so beautiful.” I explained that she was someone else’s wife and endeavored to engage them in conversation. Their interest was in the dress. The theme of people being interested in the beautiful dress and disinterested in me was one that continued throughout the evening.
We did meet a woman in a striking red dress who is a language coach who teaches actors how to take on various accents. She was pretty fascinating and her husband was interesting too. They give me hope that one day I will have some cool friends here in Logan. I neglected to secure their names or contact information. I will need to work harder at those skills.
All in all, it was a good night. Here we are leaving the Ball.
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