So the owner of the gallery I work with gave me an invitation to the VIP opening party for arteBA (the Buenos Aires art fair) tonight! And I don't have a date! Booo! I'm going to have to remedy that situation. I hope.

Anyway, the party should be very fancy with lots of very important people who I will not know are important because I'm not from South America and who I will not be able to talk to because my Spanish is so poor. (It's so rude that people down here don't speak English!)

I fear that this party may not be so exciting and I may need to drink a lot of Chandon (they're one of the sponsors). I don't usually drink, but I do like champagne. But I can't drink too much and make an ass of myself--but I get drunk on champagne so quickly. And it's free. All night. Come ON people. Cut me some slack. Maybe I SHOULD make an ass of myself. 

I have to dress up for this party. It's been a long time since I dressed up. Fortunately, I brought a nice jacket and slacks, so I've got that covered. I'm not sure if I need a tie. But I know I need a date.

If you hadn't noticed, this VIP Party is causing some agita. It's OK that I'm not really a VIP; I think I can pretend. If nothing else is working, I'll sit there and play with my food and try to do the cork trick. 

Not that I'm complaining. I'm very honored and excited to go to this party. I just need a date. Maybe I'll advertise on Facebook.