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Since I will not remember this past weekend I will recount it...
It was on Friday that I drove
We then went to Katie's residence, the Saint Francis building on Springhill. Katie was infuriated with her dog, Fancy Bell, as usual. Mark poured Stuart, himself, and me some knobhill whiskey, I mixed mine with sweet-tea. We hence left somewhat quickly, though mark dragged on upstairs, saying Fancybell had been blocking him from taking his cellphone.
I had been insistent on seeing Gallery 307, where Why (elizabeth wright) works/curates. So we made quick footing of the path, though Mark and Stuart cusual as always. I rejoined them after I entered and left Cathedral gallery on Dauphin Street. As we went, it seemed Stuart knew many people, including some out-of-towners that joined us. A man with a mustache and his latina girlfriend. He let us know that he had been accepted for a feature, and was auditioning for more. First that, then as we marched on Stuart was called out by a few too many, then highfived by a pedicab patron.
I eventually entered 307 and they arrived a bit later. I spoke with Why briefly. She was exhausted from the exposition, though obviously happy about the work she had done for it. It consisted of paintings, and paint reliefs done with handmade print rollers, that had the words ''libertad'' ''justicia'' and ''nacion'' on them. It was all completed by a cuban team of artists. Mark turned off the light to a heart object, and turned it back on. I said bye to Why, departed, and found myself at Grandcentral, where Katie was already drunk and Mark and Stuart were leaving in a Pedicab.