The crowd was composed of artists and hipsters, twentysomethings who surely couldn’t afford such a house.
An artist named Sebastian Beltran had created a huge table with holes in it, and beneath it were spheres that looked as if they fit perfectly into the holes. A great piece, but as someone nearby said, “You’d probably break a lot of glasses if you used this in your dining room.”
After an hour at the affair, and being nudged by my girlfriend for staring at the nudes on one wall, we headed back to the border.
The most fun I had that evening was on the bus back, talking with a couple seated in front of us. The guy was an artist who was bothered by the setting. His wife didn’t seem to mind as much. On the drive back and during our wait at the border, we had some interesting conversations. The woman insisted on taking my card and keeping in touch.
I haven’t heard from her since.