Gallery Opening

The gallery opening was strange. The night was icy and people that said they would come ended up staying in because of it. (Like I could blame them)

I didn't know who to talk to or what to do. I didn't know what to say. I never know what to say at things like this.

It was nice seeing everyone's art on the wall. Seeing what everyone decided to pick.

I felt most comfortable joking about food and reading oversized art books. I don't really know anyone.

I felt bad that I was absent on Wednesday, but the titles were pretty perfect so that was no problem. I just want to pull my own weight.

I was very frustrated that my book hadn't arrived. I kinda felt like I wasn't really part of the exhibit without it. Or, at least, I was less of a part of it.

But it was nice to see my art on the wall.