Oct 13, 2004

Oh my god, is that an envelope??? Will there be an opening? Because I'll be there.

This morning I got an email from a total stranger. This happens frequently, but usually the sender's name is Christy Cream and the subject line is XXX^$#@)NCialis or something like that. (As an aside, I think the name Christy Cream is brilliant. Right? It's hilarious.)

But this one had said from so-and-so as the subject so I opened it. It was addressed to me and like ten other people who I have never heard of, and it was inviting us to an "open studio event" of some artist studios on Sunday. Weird. There was a big artsy graphic and everything. The best part was where it described the event as being in the "NoMA (North of Mass Ave) District." Like, hello DC, but you're not New York, no matter how hard you try with your little street abbreviations.

(However, I am shallow enough to have gotten a little thrill out of the fact that I live in this place they call "NoMA," and therefore am trendy. But you knew that already.)

So, maybe this is all going to turn out like some (bad) Lifetime movie, with a title like Mother, May I Go To the Exhibition? (for all you men out there, there is an actual Lifetime movie entitled Mother, May I Sleep With Danger? and it stars Tori Spelling. Yes. And it is as good as it sounds, ie. REALLY FUCKING GOOD). But it sounds fun, so I'll probably go. I know it is an emailed invitation from a stranger, but the woman who sent it probably got my name off some DC art newsletter thing I belong to, right? Totally safe.

Okay, so, the plan: If I go missing, someone alert the cops and tell them I am in a warehouse somewhere in "NoMA." Wherever the hell that is.

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