The 7th Door
Last Thursday was a fundraising ball at the gallery I work at. Called the Power Ball, it's a pretty big deal and the cheapest ticket is $160. Blam. The VIP ones were even more, flipping ridiculous, and what you got was fancy finger food and a free bar stocked with everything you'd ever need, Real Talk. I spent much of the day helping out getting the place set up, hanging fabric, Christmas lights and putting helium into red balloons. About 1000 in all, but not on my own. The results are pictured above, but I can safely say that it looked better in real life. Standard. 
It looks like this from above. Apparently they did the math(s) and worked out how many balloons they can hold. Did you know a fully blown up balloon can hold 14 grams? True story.
There was a bamboo bar that was staffed by folks in panda costumes, one of which got incredibly drunk and belligerent, which was pretty funny as long as you weren't involved. One man got very irate and slapped him so he was pulled off and made to stand in a corner, no joke. He looked a bit like Lewis Baker for anyone who knows what that means. 
There was this Drag Hole thing too, where if you stuck your hand in you'd get a drag queen makeover. It's an interesting idea, but witness the dreadful planning with regards to the material choice on the letters. Illegible. Disappointing. 
They also had hot tubs. Indoors. Yeah, all bets were pretty much off. 
As a side note, the parties main sponsor was Hugo Boss. They had a stand involving stuffed animals, steamer trunks and clothes that only the people at the party could afford. Not for the likes of me. Apparently in the past they've had problems with people stealing the clothes, just straight grabbing the mannequin and running for it. No such excitement this evening though. 
They had a few of these cut-outs outside. This one was probably the best. I saw a few folks using them, but mostly they went ignored the whole evening, with the planned silent auction for them completely abandoned in the end, so I reckon I could have had a cheap table if I'd got in there. Would been pretty interesting too, although you would have had to watch where you put the potatoes. 
This is Paul, the chap in charge of putting the gallery in order and getting everything built. Crew Chief I guess you could call him. Or Project Manager, whatever. Here he is throwing balls at...
The Dunk Tank. Yup, that's John McEnroe. More or less anyway. He was the only one who got in all night, and was suitably hammered and abusive the entire time, so that was a bit of a giggle. 
Final photo (I didn't take too many because I was either working or, y'know, partying) of the evening is an attempt to capture the nature of the chaos. Drag queens, over styled haircuts, too much money. Good times if you know how to circumvent it all, or just double fist free beers for two hours, which is the option I went with. Anyways, good times had and friends made. Nice work Power Ball.
Last Thursday was a fundraising ball at the gallery I work at. Called the Power Ball, it's a pretty big deal and the cheapest ticket is $160. Blam. The VIP ones were even more, flipping ridiculous, and what you got was fancy finger food and a free bar stocked with everything you'd ever need, Real Talk. I spent much of the day helping out getting the place set up, hanging fabric, Christmas lights and putting helium into red balloons. About 1000 in all, but not on my own. The results are pictured above, but I can safely say that it looked better in real life. Standard. 
It looks like this from above. Apparently they did the math(s) and worked out how many balloons they can hold. Did you know a fully blown up balloon can hold 14 grams? True story.
There was a bamboo bar that was staffed by folks in panda costumes, one of which got incredibly drunk and belligerent, which was pretty funny as long as you weren't involved. One man got very irate and slapped him so he was pulled off and made to stand in a corner, no joke. He looked a bit like Lewis Baker for anyone who knows what that means. 
There was this Drag Hole thing too, where if you stuck your hand in you'd get a drag queen makeover. It's an interesting idea, but witness the dreadful planning with regards to the material choice on the letters. Illegible. Disappointing. 
They also had hot tubs. Indoors. Yeah, all bets were pretty much off. 
As a side note, the parties main sponsor was Hugo Boss. They had a stand involving stuffed animals, steamer trunks and clothes that only the people at the party could afford. Not for the likes of me. Apparently in the past they've had problems with people stealing the clothes, just straight grabbing the mannequin and running for it. No such excitement this evening though. 
They had a few of these cut-outs outside. This one was probably the best. I saw a few folks using them, but mostly they went ignored the whole evening, with the planned silent auction for them completely abandoned in the end, so I reckon I could have had a cheap table if I'd got in there. Would been pretty interesting too, although you would have had to watch where you put the potatoes. 
This is Paul, the chap in charge of putting the gallery in order and getting everything built. Crew Chief I guess you could call him. Or Project Manager, whatever. Here he is throwing balls at...
The Dunk Tank. Yup, that's John McEnroe. More or less anyway. He was the only one who got in all night, and was suitably hammered and abusive the entire time, so that was a bit of a giggle. 
Final photo (I didn't take too many because I was either working or, y'know, partying) of the evening is an attempt to capture the nature of the chaos. Drag queens, over styled haircuts, too much money. Good times if you know how to circumvent it all, or just double fist free beers for two hours, which is the option I went with. Anyways, good times had and friends made. Nice work Power Ball.
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