Wrapping up The Weekend Of Five Posts, here’s an entry on the Members Party. Enjoy, and if you missed any of them, use the “things i’ve said lately” links on the right to find the 5000 words I’ve penned the last two days. I need to write another book, I think. Or stop living a life full of such awesome stories that I have to tell them. The latter isn’t happening, so maybe the former will have to. We shall see. Until then, enjoy…
Left to Right: Kit, Bennett, Heidi, Some Jackass Staring At The Camera Instead of the Living Legend Talking, and Drew
When I was assigned the task of planning the 2005 AIGA Nebraska Members Party, I wanted to do better than we had the year before. Modest goals, certainly, considering we had 30 people show up last year.
I knew that I needed someone to design the materials — I just do not the confidence to do that, not for an audience of designers. Good Lord, I would never be able to pull that off. I worried forever. Then I asked a recent college graduate who always complains about not getting to do any cool design at her job at a sign shop to be my assistant. I would be “Creative Director” which basically means I come up with the idea, and someone else has to figure out how to execute it.
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What a workout the Colorado got this weekend! The two stories I am about to recount could not be more different, or belong together less. I’m just telling you now. Cool?
Friday, I chauffeured Kit Hinrichs, AIGA Medalist, around Omaha. The AIGA Medal is the highest honor a graphic designer can be awarded. The list of winners is a who’s-who of the industry, and most of them are dead — to win the award you need a body of work so robust, its often awarded late in life or posthumously. So to drive such an individual around is quite a responsibility.
For the event Kit was speaking at, which I was in charge of, I purchased 8 cases of beer and 4 cases of pop, plus snacks galore. The backseat was filled with beer and chips for two days. Coolest thing you’ve ever seen. Schlitz, Pabst, Bud Light, Bud Heavy, and lots of chips. Needless to say, I took The Colorado and had it washed and detailed inside and out before picking him up.
On the way to the airport, Donovan and I ran into an unexpected crisis. The stupid President was speaking downtown at the Qwest Center, so the streets around the arena were barricaded off. As if I didn’t hate Bush enough, now he was going to make me late to pick up Zeus. Way to go, Dubya, now there is absolutely no chance you’ll ever move up into the Polyfro “indifferent” category of Presidents alongside Taft and Coolidge. Too bad for you.
Saturday night, I couldn’t find anyone who was willing to go with me to the Creighton game. It was pretty much my own fault — I wagered a bet that I could ask someone Friday night at my big event, The Members Party, to go to the game with me. Unfortunately, most of the ladies in the huge crowd were students. That’s not happening. So…
I went by myself, and had a great time. I’ve had the same seats since the Qwest Center opened, so I know the people who sit around me — its really not a big deal to go it alone, except its kind of a waste. Plus when the place is sold out, my other seat is the only open seat in the whole place. You bet.