My Professional Night

I went to an inauguration "Gala" last night not knowing what Gala means. I was just feeling celebratory.

This was my first formal-esque event in New Orleans. It was sponsored by a group for young professionals that I'm a part of and some legal society.

There were about 15 white people in the place, myself and my friend Jamie included. This was wonderful until it was the end of the night and nobody beside my friend the bartender:




approached/and,or/said hello to me. I'm not sure if this is so much a problem of races being scared of eachother as the fact that it was a "professional" event, meaning it might have been inappropriate to say "How you doin?"

"The news" as everyone called Channel 6, came in the beginning of the night and people of all races scrambled to be in front of the camera when they turned it on, shivering on the drafty dance floor in their stilettos and martini breath.

And I saw a more Blackberried and cloying networking orgy than I have ever seen at a New York press schmooze.

Jamie turns to me as we observe this from the balcony and says,"It looks like they're all trying to be someone."