The best part of the evening was having a four year old (daughter of the arts editor I work for occasionally) tell me, "Your hair is neat! You look just like my evil doll." I also participated in some virtual reality art exhibit (I put on a helmet and interacted with people whose images were videocammed to me) and drooled over Lisa Petrucci's art (sample included in this post!). We were unimpressed with the gartered and corseted members of the Vargas Girls, who reminded me of nothing so much as a tarted up Bananarama - all California looks and zero sex appeal.
We left home with some monkey art and a Sara Lanzilotta drunken squeaky elephant, sadly missing two or three rooms of photos and such that I was just too tuckered out to bother with. Now it's off to finish Clade in time for bookclub tomorrow - and make it through my cider.