So, tonight was the first Thursday of the month, another Downtown Art Walk... so instead of the usual Thursday-night activity (um, non-activity), we were at The Hive manning Dan's studio. As previously mentioned, I don't care for Valentine's Day, so that wasn't a big deal, but I am on the brink of sickness, very tired, and very behind on work.
Things started slowly, but it really got busy, and since the curator was busy running around to help clients, I lent a hand in the store. I reached way back in my subconscious and pulled out my retail experience -- and I met tons of interesting (and a few drunk) people while ringing up purchases. It actually was fun.
Some highlights of the evening:
- A motley crew of traveling fools stormed the gallery and forced their pseudo-marching band music on everyone. It was interesting.
- A totally drunk (and high on "chocolate" mushrooms) guy was philosophizing loudly enough for all to hear... between swigs from his flask.
- Dan sold a piece! He's been selling so much work. Yay.
- I overheard an older man cornering the curator to share his misfortune of knowing the government's conspiracies involving brown spots that first appeared in the '60s. (Don't ask me.)
- The Big Man on Campus* (*where "Campus" equals "the LA art scene") came to the gallery to check it out, including Dan's work...
- When everyone left, a few of us got to watch some cool video snippets about the gallery and its staff and resident artists.
- On our way home, we got a text message that my cousin's boyfriend proposed ("she said yes!!!!" was the text he sent)... I'm glad it happened, because keeping the secret from her that it was going to happen was getting hard.
- Near home, we stopped at a normally scary 7-11 to get a Slurpee, and four sets of cops were inside, taking their coffee break. It was nice to know we wouldn't experience the usual onslaught of heroin addicts needing change and the occasional knifing.
All around, it was a good evening... it almost made me forget about the fact that my after-work drive home was 90 minutes (instead of the ideal 25).
Things started slowly, but it really got busy, and since the curator was busy running around to help clients, I lent a hand in the store. I reached way back in my subconscious and pulled out my retail experience -- and I met tons of interesting (and a few drunk) people while ringing up purchases. It actually was fun.
Some highlights of the evening:
- A motley crew of traveling fools stormed the gallery and forced their pseudo-marching band music on everyone. It was interesting.
- A totally drunk (and high on "chocolate" mushrooms) guy was philosophizing loudly enough for all to hear... between swigs from his flask.
- Dan sold a piece! He's been selling so much work. Yay.
- I overheard an older man cornering the curator to share his misfortune of knowing the government's conspiracies involving brown spots that first appeared in the '60s. (Don't ask me.)
- The Big Man on Campus* (*where "Campus" equals "the LA art scene") came to the gallery to check it out, including Dan's work...
- When everyone left, a few of us got to watch some cool video snippets about the gallery and its staff and resident artists.
- On our way home, we got a text message that my cousin's boyfriend proposed ("she said yes!!!!" was the text he sent)... I'm glad it happened, because keeping the secret from her that it was going to happen was getting hard.
- Near home, we stopped at a normally scary 7-11 to get a Slurpee, and four sets of cops were inside, taking their coffee break. It was nice to know we wouldn't experience the usual onslaught of heroin addicts needing change and the occasional knifing.
All around, it was a good evening... it almost made me forget about the fact that my after-work drive home was 90 minutes (instead of the ideal 25).
