Things that cracked me up at The Works last night:
1. The giant tantalizing trash can full of confiscated alcohol just inside the front door. Apparently contemporary art and six packs of Miller High Life don’t mix! The most-confiscated drink (by my perusal) was, no surprise, PBR.
2. Rudy Speerschneider dishing up ice cream in room 217, reviving for the night his dearly departed Junior Ambassadors ice cream cart. It was great to see his sign explaining that the glitches he experienced at his cart turned out to be a black hole that eventually destroyed the operation.
3. This felt pinata in the same exhibition, the People’s Biennial. Title: Go Felt a Fish. Love it.
