... and the answer is: the celebratory dinner the night before our new President's inauguration. USC is feeling like a new place: far less pomp and ceremony and pretentiousness; a performance from our Latin jazz ensemble; excellent and fresh food; a President at the helm who seems to have masses of energy; and for once, common sense went into the seating arrangements, so we were with other arts-sort-of-people like Mary Kelly, and the Deans of the Art School and of the Cinema School (I spent a good deal of time talking to her husband about how to keep mice out of our garages in Northern New Mexico, and what he found was best at the Santa Fe Farmers' Market this last weekend, which was a great relief after the normal assortment of stray donors and trustees and things that one gets at these events). In all truthfulness, I feel so encouraged at the shift in the air. OK - I tend towards glasses being three quarters full even when they are obviously in need of refilling, but I will keep raising mine, for now.
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