Did you know you can’t bring your own booze to CCH? Well, you know now. (I was only a witness to this)
When I go to this event, I’m always stuck between thinking it’s great, and rolling my eyes all night at the hundreds of cliches walking around. It’s a diverse crowd, but, it’s a struggle for someone who doesn’t necessarily want to carry on conversations with people who are all about (a) their work (b) trying to pick someone up.
But I go for the art. Last night was the opening of an exhibit that used blood leftover from slaughterhouses. The work is real eye-catching. It’s not gross at all– if you weren’t told it had blood in it, you’d probably never know. The luchador exhibit is still up, and also worth checking out.