My married friends may not agree, but I have always likened gallery shows to weddings: immense preparation is involved, you are nervous despite it being, technically, a joyful occasion, and at the actual party you wind up talking to roughly a bazillion people in short bursts. But it was a good opening, thank you. I saw friends I haven't seen in ages and afterwards hit the bars with some of my favorite people. A few photos below: Collin, who I met in art school back in the day (in seersucker), and his lovely girlfriend Elizabeth.
Says my friend Anthony: "That is the most self-satisfied-looking cat ever." Well, yeah.