SKEWERED CHICKEN A LA ARTE

Attending an art reception where a piece of your work is on display and you are so not an artist is a bit like being pushed onstage when you were just wandering around looking for a hot dog.

The only thing going through your mind is “ketchup?” while everyone else is expecting Shakespeare or Fosse.

This is not the time to switch gears and pretend you are Othello with jazz hands.

It’s best to do an about face, grab a skewered chicken oer’doevre, and head on over to the bathroom.

Someone will come to get you when it’s time to go home.

Copyright 2009

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