Clair talked me into working a Christmas party last night with her for a couple she knows from the Yacht Club. It was fun in a strange way (besides the I-just-made-100-bucks way), and gave me a bit of a glimpse into Lake Norman high society. Or rather, what people with money and boats who only hang out with other people with money and boats are like when they get together and start drinking. Lots. Actually, that sounds snooty. Several of the guests were genuinely nice, and it was a very good chance to talk up the gallery as well. Plus a little extra cash before the holidays never hurt anyone.
