
The best conversation I had all night was with the dude from the National Portrait Gallery(we'd met at an earlier opening at the gallery):
Me: "Hey! Howsit going?"
National Portrait Guy: "Oh, not bad. I'm working at the National Portrait Gallery."
Me: "Dammit... I mean, these are all totally portraits, hey?"
NPG: "Yeah like that 'She's Imaginative' one...."
Me: "Yeah I'll totally show you a picture of that girl...Well I guess I'm not a very GOOD portrait painter."
NPG: "Well, Steven Harper and all his cuts means I don't know what's happening"
Me: "Shitty. So does that mean you're like a teenage girls who has been given a week to live and wants to do all kinds of BAAAAAD stuff. Cuz I'll give you a deal on buying the whole fucking show right now! That'll show him."
NPG: "hahahahaha. Actually they froze my budget"
Me: "Your name is Craig, right?"
NPG: "No, Chris...."
Me: "Shit I gotta get a drink"