My BF and I were downcity last night for gallery night, so we decided to see what the new exhibit was at Sol Koffler (which, as you may recalled, hosted Pixilerations).  There didn't appear to be too many people at the exhibit when we drove past, but by the time we'd found a place to park clear over by Burnside Park, stolen packets of Sugar In The Raw from Starbucks (for mojitos, a'ight?), checked out some jewelry instructionals and Oscar Wilde books from the library, and hoofed it over to Weybosset, the gallery was packed. to. the. gills. with a little discussed breed of individuals I like to refer to as PAFs. 

PAFs, or, Pretentious Art ****s, are the snooty type of art goers who dress the part, talk the talk, and stand around in packs never for a second glancing at the art.  I don't know if it's the necessity to keep up the appearance of being cultured or the free wine or what, but man, Sol Koffler was full of attractive people talking about garbage with other attractive people, drinking their wine, and completely blocking the path of anyone who might, how dare they!, want to actually check out the art. 

We got to see the beans and cable ties jewelry (which, I suppose, is interesting in a "why, isn't that interesting" kind of way, but no one could, or would, ever wear it) and next to that, the pins made out of sterling silver and these little black straws like coffee stirrers which had been cut to about an inch long.  I'm all about some innovation, mind you, but I just didn't get it.  Next to the jewelry were the metal-coated balloons, which made me wonder why the in hell anyone would waste her time on such a mundane art, but I might have just been crabby because after that it was simply impossible to push through the crowd (but, I wanted to push them down, oh yes, I did).  

We left soon after, and I didn't even snag a glass of wine on the way out the door.  Instead, we took the stolen sugarpackets, along with a huge bunch of fresh mint from my herb garden, to my friend's house where she made for us the perfect mojitos.  So much better than crap art with PAFs, don't ya think? (Oh, PS, the picture has nothing to do with art; it depicts overcrowding in New York.)