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Where To Go For Well-Hung Art and Some Vino

Posted by Michael Musto at 12:30 PM, April 17, 2008

There's finally something to do before locking yourself in for the weekend! And you get free wine and cheese! I recently noticed that starting about 6PM every Thursday, gangs of seemingly sane people move en masse to 25th and 26th Streets, between 10th and 11th Avenues. This is where all the terminally chic, divinely fabulash art galleries are—many of them in the same buildings—and on Thursday they become a marvel of people watching, comp crackers, and even some art appreciation. Just get your ass in that vicinity and follow the throngs and you'll be able to fill at least two solid hours by ogling overpriced experimental art along with pretentious wannabes with bad hairstyles. Act like you're interested in buying the art and you might even get a piece of cake. The whole elaborate ritual is so sick I actually enjoy it, though I did get in trouble recently when I accidentally knocked down a shrub made of gum wrappers—twice—as I carelessly traipsed through one of the galleries. It turned out it was a sculpture priced at $20,000!

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gallery openings are better than book parties but worse then movie premieres.

Posted by: bling at April 17, 2008 1:11 PM

My Gay Agenda:

Friday: Pretentious snobbery at gallery show, work on cackle and proper grasp of wine glass (not the stem, nitwit!)

Saturday: Sleep all day so you can party all night; that, or rely on an energy drink with a vodka chaser. Work on reading lips in a dimly lit room with overpowering music.

Sunday Afternoon: Glibly discuss inane topics at coffeehouse; count the women wearing ballcaps with ponytails out the back, with dog(s) in tow, or, god forbid, stroller(s); undress their husbands with your eyes.

Posted by: at April 17, 2008 1:47 PM

I always wondered what conservatives meant when they referred to "the gay agenda." I simply thought it was a tasteful clutch Day Planner in soft, expensive -- but pink! -- imported leather. I had no idea that the "Gay Agenda" meant snobbery, late nights at bars and inane chats in coffee houses. I can now understand, dahling, why the Right Wing want to keep it out of the schools. I had an agenda once: fuck all big-dicked actors. They kept me out of the schools too.

Posted by: The Late Tallulah Bankhead at April 17, 2008 3:07 PM

Tallulah Bankhead - Back-off. You are sooooo rude like. Rude yeah. We love to fuck all big-dicked actors. Art openings rock.

Toddles,

The Old Ladies Who Lunch @ Serendipity 3.

Posted by: Gwen Verdon, Mitzi Gaynor, and Norma Desmond at April 17, 2008 5:51 PM

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