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Originally posted by Sparklehorse
FWIW, the MFA in Boston has something called First Fridays. I've never been but the MFA site describes it as "sensational cocktails, a delicious tapas menu, fine art, a glorious Museum setting, and [live music]." Its reputation is for oodles of smart, attractive women and sparse pickings in the man department.
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They have that in Philly as well. The “art” makes you wish Warhol had never been born, but the Chianti’s alright if you slog down a primer of four fingers of vodka before you start the tour. “This is a watercolor of Denise, my neighbor who’s very Cosmopolitan... She came here from New York. She sunbathes nude and doesn’t shave her armpits.”
I like to debate the meaning of "Piss Christ." Riveting:
"I think its a man grappling with the fact that his faith is a lie."
"Well... Sometimes, a crufix in an acrylic bucket of piss is just that. I mean, you could be hanging a crucifix on the wall, and your bathroom could be broken, and you could slip on the stepladder and it could fall into the bucket and... where's that chianti?"
