Alisa and I attended the Amherst 250th Gala on Saturday night. It was an amazing event. The organizers had done an outstanding job to create a festive atmosphere in the Campus Center Auditorium: a venue not known for it's native attractiveness (it being a monument to brutalism and all). The lighting and decorations were beautiful.
The most interesting decorations, of course, were the clothes that everyone was wearing. It was a "black tie optional" event and so most of the men were wearing either a tuxedo or a suit and for women fancy dresses were de_rigeur. It's very strange to be in that kind of environment. Some people live in that sort of milieu constantly. I feel rather out of place.
I mostly enjoyed the live music early in the evening. They played a mix of songs from the big-band era through to modern stuff. Later, however, the music was provided by a DJ and it became increasingly loud and obnoxious. Eventually, I had to leave the room because my throat was sore from trying to talk over the noise.
The University had organized two tables of participants and many of the high-level administrators were there: the chancellor, his wife, the CIO, the vice chancellor of A&F, etc. On the whole, I'm glad to see increasing engagement between the university and the town.
Alisa is running for re-election and seemingly knows everyone. It wasn't possible to walk from one place to another without her talking to each person along the way. I remember seeing a seminar once called "working the room like a pro". I think Alisa could teach that now. I enjoyed being able to "participate" in her discussions with other people, because then I didn't have to say anything and could just nod and listen to her. But she succeeded in ditching me for much of the evening and I had to talk to people.
I don't really like talking to people. I can enjoy talking about things I'm interested in, but those areas don't overlap with the general public very often. And it's a minefield to talk with people about anything related to the town or local politics because of Alisa's role. One guy was trying to organize people to pass an override to raise revenues for the school and I said, "But since we've already lost the Mark's Meadow school, what's the point? What's left to save?" I feel like Hagrid: I shouldn't have said that. Many of the people who know Alisa, see her as the only thing we have in common and end up trying to talk to me about her, which is similarly dangerous.
Early in the evening, I (half-heartedly? resignedly?) asked Alisa if she wanted to dance and she said, "No way." Alisa's friend Clare undertook as her special project to make both Alisa and I dance (separately, with her). I have little affinity for the terpsichorean muse, but I did my part, shuffling about and waving my arms like a drunken pelican. Alisa and I even went out later and danced a bit with each other. Clare is very sweet and a good friend.
Finally, at midnight, Alisa relented and we went home. I can't really say I enjoyed it thoroughly -- I just don't like things like that very much. But it was something.