Bang for your Buck

Two months ago, I accidentally stumbled and landed on someone’s dick after a drunken brawl at the local watering hole. Being an idiot is easy. That would explain why the incident was repeated [invert here] a week or so ago. Most of these events occur following an art opening. Most of the time, I don’t remember the art I purportedly went to see. There are usually a lot of other interesting things that happen that I prefer not to remember. I do however remember some of the events that unfolded last night. A new gallery was launched on Roeland street, with oddly few young black men in attendance. The gallery gets my vote for happy outdoor inebriation stretching over an entire block right underneath the nose of the pigs. They live around the corner. I unfortunately did not see the art on display, because the interior was too crowded. And of course by then I was drunk. Seeing a lot of happy drunk people makes me very happy -- you could say it’s my favourite work.

Being thirsty, and with the event coming to an end, everyone went to congregate at the watering hole across the street. A lot of art money was handed out by a couple that recently lost their gallery. Word has it that this losing of galleries is very in at the moment. Kudos to the non-sheepish gallery across the street. The notes were an advert for Art South Africa – ‘art making money or not’. Rather ironic, I thought. A lot of art kids enjoyed playing with the cash…a number of them tore the notes up, I saw one burn 80 bucks. I’m not entirely sure what they were trying to protest against or prove.

Things got decidedly odd later, what with me getting propositioned by swingers. I politely avoided them as best I could. The night ended with my attempt to dance with a raunchy Romanian….who was a bit too raunchy. I therefore opted to dance with Wellington (the barman) instead, before finally making it to my thankfully single bed.