It had been a tough work week. I wanted to get out of the house but still have an early night. The forecast called for rain. I threw on a raincoat before heading over to Navajo Street, a little after seven, to check out the galleries.
Pirate has an interesting installation by an artist named Bug. Next Gallery was packed with a crowd to see the opening for Chris Buske and Betsy Rudolph. I gave the works a quick gander and headed over to Edge. Next was too crowed to be able to see the art. I’ll have to stop by another time to see this show. Edge has an exhibit of pop paintings by Dennis Pippen along with a selection of works by faculty members of the Art Students League: Homare Ikeda, Mark Friday, Gayla Lemke, Mark Lunning, Nura Mascarenas, Marianne Mitchell and Jeff Wenzel. This is a show to see. Pippen’s paintings are excellently executed statements of humor and satire. The other artists are big names in the local art scene and deserve a look.
I ran into Jean and Jessica at Edge. Jessica invited me to her birthday party on Sunday at Boys Town, a local gay bar with male strippers. Jean spilled a glass of wine on my raincoat while giving me a hug. The wine ran off the raincoat and spilled down my pants leg. We had a good laugh about it while Jean helped clean me up in the gallery bathroom.
I decided to make one more stop before I took my wine-stained body home. I walked back to the car only to be startled to find two guys enjoying oral sex in the SUV parked next to my car. The parking lot rendezvous for a blowjob was interrupted when I opened my car door. They stopped and looked over at me. I smiled. They smiled. I left.
My last stop was the annual tenant show at Helikon Gallery and Studios over in RiNo. The streets were packed with cars so it took me a while to find a space. However, the gallery was not that busy. Turns out there was a female roller derby event across the street from the gallery. The normally quiet streets of RiNo were packed with roller derby fans. I quickly buzzed through the gallery show before heading home to launder my wine-stained clothes. It was a short, but interesting, night.