I work part time at a museum, which is good for a lot of reasons, but my favorite reason is the people. There isn�t a single employee there who I�m not fond of.
Yesterday I carried art to the warehouse with my favorite employee, who asked:
�When you got married, did you have a big wedding?�
�I eloped,� I smiled proudly.
�That sounds like something you would do.�
�What makes you say that?� I said, smirking knowingly.
�Because you seem very independent. I eloped too,� she said.
(!!!)
As we crossed the pier of harmonizing seagulls, we exchanged our tales of the aftermath: How I was forced to have a fake reception, how she was forced to have a fake wedding. We rolled our eyes a little, both agreeing we didn�t regret eloping.
�I was never that girl who dreamed of a big wedding dress since she was six,� I said.
�Me too. I did it because at the time I thought, that�s what you�re supposed to do.�
We walked up the stairs into an enormous canopy of metal beams and natural light stretching as far as the eye could see, big enough for a commercial airplane or two. It seemed larger and more magnificent than before.
�Is this whole thing just for storage?� I asked, gazing out at the industrial serenity.
�Yes. Haven�t you been here before?� she asked.
�Yes, but I never realized how amazing it is. It would make a beautiful photograph...�
She agreed. Turns out we both love photography, even though we're mainly painters.
�I like photography because it captures a whole...� She paused, grasping for the right word.
�World? ...Atmosphere?�
�World atmosphere. Yes, I like that.�
Us right brainers. Such passion, such abbreviated language skills. I think I'm in love.
I�m glad my instincts led me to the museum. We�re here because we want to be, and that�s very conducive to a positive environment. I�m in my element, not just because everyone is liberal and feminist and arty, but because they are aware and amicable, because they live as they choose.
1:12 p.m. - 2008-01-24