As I walked into the auditorium at the Feltner Center last Friday to cover Civic Night, I immediately noticed the lavish decor that adorned the ceiling and the several servers circulating and pouring drinks for the guests. Everyone was dressed in suits and ties or dresses, and there I was in a pair of brown pants and button up shirt with a t-shirt underneath.
I wasn't embarrassed by under dressing for the occasion, nor was I angry because I hadn't considered the scope of the occasion, but I was a little disenfranchised at the fact that none of the servers gave me anything to drink. Granted, I was a little too busy trying to take pictures of the people there and worried that I wouldn't have enough pictures on the data card for the stories I had to cover the next day, but a good Pepsi or glass of water would have been a good thing, especially considering the temperature in the room. The moral of the story simply being, don't go into a suit and tie event looking like a bum and expect to get served like the other people there that realized where they were going. Don't get me wrong, I'm not at all angry at the servers, as they were doing their jobs. In fact, I wasn't angry at all and this inconsequential narrative shouldn't be taken as a rambling tale of discontent towards anyone present during the ceremony. I thought it was fairly humorous and it reminded me of a movie, but at present I can't remember which one.
Regardless, I took pictures of the people there as much as I could with the limited amount of data on the
card of my digital camera. I sat in the back of the room , watching as the servers going by failed to notice me and my downtrodden attire. A server walked past me on one occasion and I lifted my hand as he went by as to say, "Could I get a Pepsi or a glass of water, please." But he didn't see me. If I were a server there I wouldn't have given me anything to drink either.
So I was sitting in the back and everyone was having a good time. I had zoned out for a second, practicing my French on the server each time as he walked by. Gar
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