You'll notice that the gallery walls are red, rather than the customary white. This was an experiment, and I really think it works rather well.
The refreshments were various infused vodkas, supplied by a local distillery under the auspices of "taste-testing". They were served in shotglasss and consumed neat.
Afterwards we went out for a few drinks. And ended up having an utter shitload of drinks. Ow. I won't be posting the photos of, for example, my brother's partner and I dancing the Charleston on top of every one of those little green electricity transformer boxes on the walk home. Or of my brother and I wrestling with temporary speed restriction road signs (me: Greek-style, him:WWF-style). Or the video-clip of me bellowing at the top of my voice "I LURRVE MACROCARPAS" and leaping from the top of one of those afore-mentioned little green electricity transformer boxes into a finely-topiaried specimen of same.
Here's a tally of my consumption for the evening:
4 x Carlsberg lagers
between 8 and 11 shots of infused vodkas of varying strength
1 Monteiths Original
3 x Guinness
4 x triple Centenarro Blanco tequila
1 x triple Tanqueray gin
2 x Frangelico and lime
4 x Smirnoff Black Ice RTD (don't ask) (seriously)
Compiling that list, I am left feeling a strange combination of awe and shame. I got off lightly though; all I ended up with was a scratched arm, and a nasty afternoon-hangover.
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3 comments:
good work fella....
like the art too...
Does your liver weep at night?
Yeah. My liver and your liver sing beautiful, mournful duets all night long.
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