As most of us know, yesterday was Valentine's Day. My roommate Laura had heard about an art opening called, most appropriately for the occasion "
FAILURE" that was occuring at
The Lab in Bel Mar (which is in Lakewood, a western-bordering suburb of Denver). So of course, we went. With promises of love songs played on the oboe, cheese fondue, readings of bad poetry, and Ms. Pac-Man to be played, who could resist?
To be sure, it did not disappoint. An added plus was Laura running into an acquaintance with an adorable three-year-old who I had the pleasure to converse with regarding her amazing ability to slide in and out from under a picnic table carefully placed on Astroturf. The art was interesting, featuring work from I believe 34 different artists and their interpretations of failure. They also had two old-school typewriters set-up so patrons could type their own messages of failure--or whatever else their heart's desired on this loved-filled day--and place the cards they typed on in a box for others to peruse.
In addition, mini 7-ounce bottles of Miller High Life, yes, that great
Champagne of Beers, were available FOR FREE. I also was able to snag the Ms. Pac-Man joystick for seven straight games, where I was unable to get past 8,610 points, but which my friend Jason (a pleasant surprise he ended up attending the same event) promptly beat into the ground with a score of around 15,220, to claim the High Scorer prize. It was really great to have that love for Ms. Pac-Man revitalized, let me tell ya. Oh! There was also life-size shuffleboard a la retirement homes in Florida. We played with a lovely older gentleman with a kind of white mullet who was afraid he might spill his pinot.
Overall, a quite enjoyable Valentine's Day evening, with several things I love: good friends, mini-Miller High Life, and Ms. Pac-Man.
(On a side note, Laura and I did go to another bar after the art opening, on Colfax, where we nearly got puked on by a stranger. But perhaps that is a story for another day).
Scary picture, yes, but a reason for a great day!
As most of us know, yesterday was Valentine's Day. My roommate Laura had heard about an art opening called, most appropriately for the occasion "FAILURE" that was occuring at The Lab in Bel Mar (which is in Lakewood, a western-bordering suburb of Denver). So of course, we went. With promises of love songs played on the oboe, cheese fondue, readings of bad poetry, and Ms. Pac-Man to be played, who could resist?
To be sure, it did not disappoint. An added plus was Laura running into an acquaintance with an adorable three-year-old who I had the pleasure to converse with regarding her amazing ability to slide in and out from under a picnic table carefully placed on Astroturf. The art was interesting, featuring work from I believe 34 different artists and their interpretations of failure. They also had two old-school typewriters set-up so patrons could type their own messages of failure--or whatever else their heart's desired on this loved-filled day--and place the cards they typed on in a box for others to peruse.