Suddenly, it was five o'clock. Gord was scheduled to give a tour at 5 & 5:30 for the VIP guests. I stepped in the tent with boxes of cards in my arms for the docents. Our guests crowded around the exhibit.
Gord was introduced; everyone broke into applause.Jaz and I picked up his catalogues and rushed (new snow underfoot) to the Rotunda to put up a sign I had created at Kinko's for the prints, but no easel. I left Jaz to solve the problem and back to the tent. Had our VIPs, Eric & Vizma arrived? Back at the Rotunda, guests were arriving at the reception there. Jordan (calm, cool, collected) and Jaz (calm, cool collected) provided balance for my frenetic 'hampsterness'.
Soon the break dancers.Finally, Eric & Vizma and most of our crew arrived, everyone cleaned up, my friend Lisa and our docent, Susie. Gord got there just in time for the speeches and too soon everyone went outside to see the acrobats.
Reception over, Jaz and I returned the box of catalogues to the room; here's what we saw. Then everyone got lost! Gord didn't have his phone on him, and he'd mentioned his brother Gary was 'over there'. We'd discussed going to The Rivoli, so I left a note in my room (quaint, archaic mode of communication now that we're cell-phone spoiled). Al and Sally gave me a ride to The Rivoli and I kept in touch with Jaz & Tim (via Gord's cell phone). On their heels arrived Pascale, Mariel, Erik's brother Leif, (whom I swore I'd met before). Here we are, very happy to be together on this heady night.