Last night I went to the Philips Gallery here in DC for the first time, and I probably couldn’t have picked a better time to go.  On first Thursday of every month the Philips Gallery stays open late and hosts an evening full of various events.  Last night I got to attend a lecture on Renoir’s Luncheon of the Boating Party, sip wine and eat cheese and crackers inside the gallery rooms, listen to a jazz trio (a word I couldn’t remember until my friend reminded me), play weird, esoteric games invented by a Brooklyn artist debuting his new work last night, and generally take in the ambience and mood of an excellent night of culture and art.  Now please smack me over the head for sounding like a pretentious idiot.  Thank you.

Looks even better in person.  Not all renowned paintings do.

‘Massacre at the Cafe.’  Nobody can escape the clutches of swine flu, not even animals in space helmets.