A few months ago a friend of mine was showing at a gallery in a nearby city and I went up to the show to celebrate with her and show my support. Since that night I have driven up to the gallery several times to see new exhibits.
The gallery is very small and, unless I see something I really like, I Can usually tour an entire exhibit in approximately 10 minutes. I tend to go on the opening night of the exhibit, which means there is a small buffet table with bad wine (according to my friend), grapes, crackers, cheese, and a few other items. It is very nice that the gallery tries so hard for their artists and guests, but I really wish they would not serve such stinky cheese.
I usually arrive pretty close to the time they have opened the doors, but even then the stinky cheese they serve has had a chance to permeate the room with rankness. You get a few bodies in that small gallery and the room starts getting warm which means the cheese just gets more offensive. It was bad tonight and there wasn't hardly anyone there. I can't imagine what it smelled like an hour into the evening.
Tonight my nose was tweaked enough that I just wanted to shout "NO MORE STINKY CHEESE."
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