Throwing the Merchants out of the Temple or,um... First Friday at the MFA

Not a whole lot more to say (but I will try, of course). Surrounded by the greatest Renaissance oil paintings of the last 4 centuries while simultaneously assaulted with the deafening din of endless vapid conversation and peering into the lost faces of those whose expectations have clearly overshot their current reality by an uncomfortable margin. To understate the obvious - not really my scene.

We gave it our best - N. was getting cruised by a person we can refer to as E. E. was from New York and seemed eager to impress (medical career given up to pursue venture capital - but not just for the money...). It was good to have someone to talk to (at?) about the goings on - which were not terribly inspiring otherwise and have a few laughs. I ended up with various invasions of my personal space and getting the up and down eye scan while about 4 inches away (what is that about?). Yikes - made me feel... odd : ) I don't think I shall be returning.

Ended up at the Squealing Pig until the music got too loud. Long ride home through this beautiful city - the street lights and early bar crowds singing our lullaby as we made our way to our respective homes to crawl into warm beds and reflect on the whole experience.

I wish I could play "Bold as Love" on my guitar. I don't have to get up tomorrow morning - how great is that? Maybe I'll practice those troublesome barre chords for a while... I hope everyone has something happy to think about tonight as they drift into the arms of Morpheus - I know I do.

Muchos Besos,
Katy