The event depicted here was exactly as it sounds: logistically confusing, abrupt, and a whipped and served irony parfait. I witnessed layers of deliberate and unscripted confusion. It was so bad it was strangely titalating. At once, I wanted to both mingle and stand in the corner. I wanted a cocktail, and realized they were probably getting drunk off of well-standard liquor. Why should they have the best? We audience members sucked on the gratis mojito-flavored mints, restlessly clicked our complimentary pens, and perked our ears for what we hoped was firey or at least, fresh insight on The American Idea. Instead we stopped, dropped, and rolled for the reduced, reused and recycled.
The event depicted here was exactly as it sounds: logistically confusing, abrupt, and a whipped and served irony parfait. I witnessed layers of deliberate and unscripted confusion. It was so bad it was strangely titalating. At once, I wanted to both mingle and stand in the corner. I wanted a cocktail, and realized they were probably getting drunk off of well-standard liquor. Why should they have the best? We audience members sucked on the gratis mojito-flavored mints, restlessly clicked our complimentary pens, and perked our ears for what we hoped was firey or at least, fresh insight on The American Idea. Instead we stopped, dropped, and rolled for the reduced, reused and recycled.
-Mary Edwards