I went down to an art opening today. First I called around to find someone to go with me, but no one was home. Upon entering the gallery/cafe, I said hello to Kristina, the curator – a friend from Amazon. I paced around and eyed the paintings, pretty nice from the quick look – a series of heads repeated with three different themes. But I always forget that gallery openings are more a social occasion than they are a venue for viewing art, and I need to have an ally with me in case I have too few entry points for the networking that’s involved.

Still, I was a bit rude. I slipped out – it would’ve been better and more satisfying if I’d found a place to stand and have a drink for a few minutes, given myself and the room a chance to rub elbows or not. But I fled instead, defeated.

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