Chinatown

"It's good to get out," said Sparky, "it helps to alleviate the despair." Tonight, the three of us hit the town, Chinatown that is. We went there for an art walk, and walk we did. We went to a lot of different galleries, and ran into various aquaintances along the way - some of whom we have not seen in years!

Sparky and I used to go to art openings all the time. It was a big part of our social life. We'd go to a couple of openings, then out to dinner/drinks/parties with friends afterwards. Then we sort of stopped going so much. The art world changed, galleries closed, artist comrades moved away, etc. Later, when new galleries appeared in different parts of town and fresh artist emerged, we started going again but not with the same frequency.  Fast forward to today.

We took Bee to Chinatown, out and about in the art world once more, and had a better time than we thought we would. We went early, found free parking(!), and meandered from gallery to gallery, bumping into old friends here and there. Free beer, wine, and water, lots of colorful Chinese lanterns, neon lights, people and children everywhere - it was pretty magical. And everyone we met seemed to be in exceptionally good spirits. What's going on? Sparky thinks he's being prescient when he says "this is the beginning of the beginning of a new vital arts scene." I hope he's right.  We have vowed to take Bee to more art events as she had so much fun and is at a good age for it; we even let her stay up an hour later then usual.

The cost of tonight's festivities? Absolutely nothing. Did the Misers have fun? You bet.