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What's my favorite part about going to art openings? Is it the food? The smoozing? The buzzing atmosphere in which one doesn't usually get to see art? The free booze?
Nope. It's three days later when the seventy-year old foreign man who got one of my cards after he'd seen me pass it out to others, calls to ask me out on a date.
But the free booze is a close second.
posted by Heather @ 5:17 PM
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8 Comments:
This is why I always "forget" to bring cards to openings. It's as if someone, somewhere decided that for really old dudes, there is no better pick up spot than a gallery opening.
You're my hero! Awesome!
Well, at least it makes good fodder for blogging.
I've been going about this whole art-seeing thing all wrong.
That is creepy. Not as creepy as the really old guy who saw my friend at a party (but didn't talk to her) overheard her saying where she worked, went to the website, found her pic, learned her name, then called her at work. Not that kinda creepy, but creepy in a "I think I need a shower now" kinda' way.
Hahahahahahahhahahahahahahah!
Hahahahahahahahahahahhahahahah!
Hiccup!
Hahahahahahahahahahah!
wow, is this the same italian that hit you and alexandra?
no, this was an entirely new old dude.
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