AshleyBY ASHLEY LODATO

It’s pomp and circumstance time and two Liberty Bell High School alumni were part of Gonzaga University’s largest-ever graduating class.  At the ceremony on May 12, Remington Rohrer and Waco Budiselich both received bachelor of business administration degrees. Remington has already been accepted into Gonzaga’s Masters of Accounting program, so will stay at Gonzaga for another year.

About 200 Methow and west side guests got their groove on over the weekend at the Little Star Montessori School “Disco Fever” benefit auction. I would not have predicted that there was still so much polyester fabric in shades of avocado, gold and salmon still to be had in the world, but apparently some people have been holding onto their disco duds from back in the day, hoping for a chance to wear them. And wear them they did! Men and women alike looked fabulous in towering heels, Afro wigs, mullets and big lapels.

It was in the women’s bathroom during the event that the answer to one of life’s biggest mysteries was revealed, offering a possible explanation for why women travel to public bathrooms together en masse.

This perplexing trend must have begun during the 1970s, when women wore single-piece pants suits. I ask you, if you are wearing a single item of clothing that zips up the back and you need to answer the call of nature, how are you expected to manage without a friend there to unzip you and zip you back up? Apparently the long zipper-pulls on straps – wetsuit style – never caught on in couture.

At one point during the decorating phase prior to the auction, a first-time visitor to Winthrop walked into the Barn, removed her sunglasses, and almost literally picked up her jaw from the floor. “What kind of place is this?” she asked, gazing about her in wonder. As she went back outside, I could picture her looking again at the exterior of the building, then peeking back in again to make sure she wasn’t hallucinating, trying to process the disconnect between the classic red barn exterior and the explosion of disco bling within.

Isn’t that the beauty of any large nonprofit fundraiser in the valley? You enter the twilight zone of the event and surrender to whatever trip the organizers are trying to take you on, then you emerge several hours later into the parking lot and back into your other life, your wallet empty but your heart full.

 

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