Nocturne was great, but as I trudged up Spring Garden Road on my way home, I found myself speculating on how no one has any fucking manners in galleries.
I'm no gallery snob, by any means, but when people run into you, step on you, or shut the door on you, I think it's time to think about your gallery etiquette. Not to mention all the people who just go to hang out at the food tables and pig the fuck out all night. My friend and I even overheard a woman glance at a painting and say, in a much louder tone than necessary, "This HAS to be a joke," while the artist was clearly standing right behind her.
Am I the only one who was so irritated by these barbaric humans at Nocturne?!---Uncultured Culture