A Little Light In A Dark World
Fire up the old lava lamps, y'all. We've finally found a wine you can enjoy while getting lost in a Grateful Dead poster.
I tell you, these art gallery showings are becoming more and more niche by the week, Reginald, and I am LOVING it.
It hurts my heart to think of all the time we wasted going to those stuffy, pompous art openings we used to attend, dear. I'll admit, I had my doubts when you suggested coming to this showing of vintage black light posters. But as I bask in the glow of UV light and gaze into these psychedelic images of rock n' roll bands, wizards, and enormous mushrooms, I feel more alive than I ever felt while discussing Pollack or Kandinsky with some stick-in-the-mud!
I mean, just look at the face of that young man playing guitar in that piece over there. Under regular lighting conditions, you might just write it off as simple pop culture merchandising. But in a room flooded with black light, the emotion just pours off the paper, doesn't it? Breathtaking work. I wonder if Hendrix is the name of the player or the artist. Remind me to find out before we leave, Reginald.
Oh, that reminds me, I need to find out where the event organizer found this enchanting 2010 Bright Light, Dry California White Wine they're serving. Have you seen it? The one with the label that glows like these posters? I'd get a glass of its crisp, refreshing flavors of sweet mandarins, jasmine flower, key lime and chilled honeydew myself, but I find myself enchanted by the imagery of this angel flying up a rainbow stairway toward a zeppelin made of lead. Er, "Led," I guess I should say. Hmm. I wonder if the misspelling was intentional.
Reginald, dear, would you flag down one of the servers? I'm absolutely craving some more of the marvelous hors d'oeuvres they've chosen to serve. The brownies alone are an inspired choice, but these... Oh, what are these crunchy cheese-type things called? Well, whatever they are, I must have some at my next dinner party. I simply can't stop eating them!
Back to top