Did I sound bitter in my last post? I can’t decide.

On Friday night, I was invited to attend a Hmong International Filmmakers Organization party in Brooklyn Park. I wasn’t sure what it entailed, exactly, because the call came on Thursday morning inviting us but there were some communication issues. What I understood from my conversation with an organization member was that the party was the next day and that they were pretty excited to have me attend (why the short notice, I never figured out). I received an e-mail with the address and an agenda for the evening. I noted that I was added as an agenda item (I was to be introduced at 8:53 p.m.)

This is an unusual request for me to fulfill. I am not the head of our organization and I tend to shy away from events like this, more due to anxiety than anything else. But everyone else was in L.A. so…

OK, I thought, I can do this. I was encouraged to invite my family and told that a V.I.P. table would be reserved for me. Huh, that sounded a little odd. On Friday I received another e-mail checking to see if I was still planning on attending. I started to feel a little bit like Guffman in Waiting For Guffman..

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