Next Tuesday, 8:30 p.m., put on your semi-fancy duds (jackets and ties for guys; whatever follows therefrom for girls) and head out to the historic National Arts Club (15 Gramercy Park South) for the opening of the new Portraits show, featuring a whole passle of people who deign to call themselves artists. Some of your favorite poets will be showing up: Todd Colby, Jordan Davis, Shafer Hall, Dan Nester, and lately added to the bill, myself. Ha!
I got the tour of the National Arts Club yesterday from the lovely Jennifer L. Knox, who pointed out the Club's fine collection of American impressionism and bizarre pug tchotchkes. Then I had a wonderful lunch from the club's kitchen, which I also toured, thereby inspiring the fearful misapprehension that I was the health inspector. Jen and I then retreated upstairs to share our lunch with Gobi the Parrot, who I found is very partial to pasta and puff pastry.
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