I FUCKING L*** YOU TOO; an art exhibit
The invite said wear pink, so pink we all wore. Some wore hot pink blazers, others pink wigs, and some pink bow ties with a kilt. We walked towards the bass thump that resonated down the street, generating an aticipation for a house party rather than a gallery opening. Enroute to the porch we were already taking in installation pieces sprawled across the lawn (pink flamingos, of course). Climbing the craft paper covered steps, we turned the knob and were instantly drenched in