"my wife works for the interior designer. don't worry, you'll never see me here again."
last tuesday i was required to go to a grand opening celebration for an upscale jewelry store. if you know me, you probably chuckled after reading that last sentence. it is well known that i have a certain prejudice against rich people, and who goes to parties at upscale jewelry stores? rich people do. they go in droves. they do it like it's their job, because one of the main responsibilities of rich people is to celebrate luxury goods. i was quite uncomfortable when we arrived. people looked at me. i think they were puzzled as to why i was there. i should have worn a sign that said, "my wife works for the interior designer. don't worry, you'll never see me here again." as the night wore on, my discomfort faded. i developed a solid relationship with the folks who were serving hors d'oeuvres. they made sure i was comfortable. every time one of them walked by, i would take at least one of the items they were offering. one of the guys seemed to be making special trips to deliver me whatever goodness he had, and i thank him for that. most of the evening was spent being whisked from here to there by marleen so she could introduce me to her co-workers. they all seemed like lovely people. most of them aren't rich, though. maybe that's why i liked them. one of the rich guys there was tom hamilton from the band aerosmith. i'm sure he was not the richest person there, but he was certainly the one getting the most attention. as soon as he came in, the folks who ran the store grabbed him and made him sign a bunch of shit. i saw him sign a crystal bowl. what the fuck is that all about? lots of people had their pictures taken with him, and everyone was very happy to see him. he even got onstage with the student musicians who were playing the event. he was very cool to everyone, and that totally amazed me. if i were in his shoes, i definitely wouldn't sign anyone's stupid crystal bowl, and i certainly wouldn't have my picture taken with any pushy jewelry store bitches just so it could end up in the society party pictures in the back of the improper bostonian or whatever crappy mags do that kind of stuff. as i watched tom deal with his situation, i settled down a lot. he was rich and he was being great to everyone around him. he was not horrible at all. granted, he was probably not rich when he was growing up, but i'm not going to get into that. i'm just going to say that the next time i'm asked to go to one of these celebrations of disposable income, i will support my wife, and i will be pleasant to any rich people she wants me to talk to. more importantly, i will go without complaint.
that is all,
jim
that is all,
jim
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