A few weeks ago I was sitting at a monthly meeting for a non-profit organization that focuses on raising awareness for the arts. Our goal as a group is to try and bring a younger, active, age group to attend and buy tickets to the Vilar Center and to participate in the enjoyment of the ballet, theater, music, and art openings. The group is made up of young active women in their mid thirties to early forties and one mystery male that everyone has met except for me, according to the group he seems to be "tied up with other organizations at the moment". I was asked to participate because I have worked as a graphic artist and art director for a combined 15 years and they needed some assistance and pro bono marketing work. What the heck, I'll put on my AngelPants and do something nice, besides, they all seemed pretty cool. I've attended three meetings so far which begins with eating appetizers and drinking lots of wine. We sit around and discuss how to raise money and raise awareness to people our age. Lots of ideas float around. Being an extremely detailed oriented individual (mind you I'm not a perfectionist, that would be selfish and conceited), I begin to get excited as I concept ideas and plans on how to get into the pockets of the rich and selfish that live in my "happy valley". Soon the little wine I've drank, takes over my being and I sit happily sedate, smiling and agreeing at everyone else's comments and suggestions as if I were a parrot. I'm soon swimming away from the pier - I may drown and no one may save me, but the two hours pass quickly and the meeting comes to an end where I find myself writing a list of duties the organization needs from me; a flyer for an upcoming rummage sale. "Oh Goody". What did I get myself into.
I'm going to give this another shot. So I will be attending another meeting because I still want to meet the one mystery male and well, because I'm intrigued with the group and I think I believe what it stands for (yeah...maybe). By the way did I say Vilar Center? In case you're wondering, Albert Vilar was recently mentioned in the news, being indicted for mishandling funds in the total amount of $5 million that he mingled or, if you wish, spilled into his own personal account. The stated $5 million belonged to one investor. Albert Vilar is the namesake of the Vilar Center. Yesterday's headline news in the local paper mentioned he could not post his own bail. I should have loaned him my AngelPants.