Our lab is the gallery for the work. Opening reception tonight.
A few hours prior to the reception the topic of attire came up. One lab-mate mentioned a tux with tails. I don't think it was in the context of something he might wear for the reception but at that point the switch had been flipped. What I was wearing just wasn't going to cut it.
I asked my boss if he was going to wear a tuxedo. No he said, a jacket.
"But you should dress up" he told me.
"Um, I am dressed up"
"You're always dressed up."
"You're right. I must up the ante."
And home to my closet I went looking for the perfect outfit. The evening gown was a few sizes ago and looked baggy. Dance and vintage wear? Not quite right either. Dallas cowboys cheerleader Halloween costume? Wrong holiday. But hang on, costume? I can do better than costume.
I can be art.
And with that I made my self a last minute submission into the show.
And of course, like the other pieces, I came with a price tag.
The price tag was the nod to cheating and dishonesty.
The idea went over really well.
Imply what you will.
The curator liked it (though I wonder what the reaction would have been had I actually, um, submitted my art through same channels as the artists).
Yes, there were discussions about price (Duh, there were quite a few Behavioral Economists there and I guess this is how they party) and whether or not Diner's Club was a major credit card.
I quoted myself as "You can't afford it." It was all in good fun except one creepy guy. He offered me Diner's card. That's when I made the determination it wasn't a major credit card.
Offers ranged from six figures to 84 cents. I nearly smacked the 84 cents bidder until my boss pointed out that this person is typically paid large sums as a speaker (La-De-Da) and I should be flattered he offered me anything above a discount.
I guess we're all for sale.
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