LAST NIGHT LISA AND I WENT TO AN ART OPENING ON HUDSON STREET CALLED ROMANCE. IT PROBABLY WOULD'VE BEEN BETTER TO CALL IT ALL THE GROSS THINGS ABOUT SEX AND BODIES IN ONE SMALL ROOM WITH NOTHING BUT TRADER JOE'S TWO BUCK CHUCK WINE TO GET YOU THROUGH IT. THE WORST PART WAS THAT THERE WAS A HUGE TABLE OF FOOD - CAKE AND PUDDING AND TURKEY - RIGHT WHEN YOU WALK IN, SO YOU GET SUPER EXCITED THAT THESE PEOPLE ARE GOING TO ACTUALLY FEED YOU. THEN YOU REALIZE IT'S A PIECE OF ART, AND THE DEVILED EGGS HAVE CLUMPS OF PUBIC HAIR ON THEM. THANK YOU VERY MUCH. THEN THERE WAS SOME REALLY BAD PERFORMANCE ART, IE. A BUNCH OF PEOPLE SITTING ON A DIRTY MATTRESS DRINKING BEER AND THROWING CONDOMS AROUND. THERE WERE A COUPLE OF HOT GUYS THERE THOUGH. I'LL GIVE IT THAT.
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