It’s such a fucking disappointment. I saw a thing about MICA opening a new building over on the City Paper, and not only does its architecture look like something straight out of Tortuga-7, but it’s freaking called the Gateway. So I signed up for the the tour, since the website cheerfully tells you that this is going to be the only chance the public is going to get a look inside! The whole thing felt like it was being served up to me on a gilded plate. It was funny, writing the rsvp… my there-name is starting to feel more real than my home-name. It’s always one of those things that they warn you about, but of course you don’t realize it’s happening until it’s too late.
Well anyway, the actual tour was this past Sunday, and the crowd was more or less what you’d expect from a MICA thing minus the students. I felt a little out of place but whatever, that’s nothing new, and I dutifully followed along with the crowd as we walked through performance space A, studio space B, living space C. I can admit it seems like a nice place to be if you’re an art student but my dltracker didn’t ping once. I tried to lose the group by being so fascinated by the skyline view (again, actually pretty, which is almost impossible to do in Bmore) that I “didn’t notice everyone was moving on” but they were keeping an eye out for stragglers.
I went back to my place emptyhanded, no closer to home than I was six months ago. I’m trying not to get down about it, nobody wants to read some emo rant, nobody wants to hear it, either… Monday night, I bought a trio of cheapass bottles of wine to keep my mind off things. I don’t understand the obsession here over wine but I guess that’s working to my advantage.
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