After a long week at work, Friday evenings around the Sanfranista household are generally reserved for rest. Jim and I typically live it up by ordering Indian takeout and devouring a C-list horror flick on Netflix with a bottle of Two Buck Chuck for dessert. If we’re feeling particularly fancy, we might walk all the way to the grocery store four blocks away and pick out something from Redbox.
What a glamorous existence we live.
Sometimes, though, the siren song of San Francisco nightlife sings loud enough to shake me out of my zombie-like crawl to the couch. 111 Minna is one of my favorite locales, with vibrant art, enticing drinks, and some of the most indie-stylish people-watching the city has to offer. The gallery often serves as a weekday work-party destination, but on weekends it lets it hair down and the art takes center stage.
Last Friday, the new exhibit by David Choong Lee opened with a beautifully composed explosion of graphic color, abstract images, and photo-realistic portraits of faces torn from the streets of San Francisco.
Once 3-D glasses get involved, the pieces took on mind-bending new dimensions that elicited audible gasps and murmurs from the partygoers. The glasses were scarce, encouraging crowd interaction as strangers remarked and bonded while they passed around the specs. I wish we could have captured it in a photo, but there’s no way that the experience could truly translate to film.
The night ended at a hidden alley bar down the street with a few pints, hours of throwing dice, and strangers turning into friends. After a night like that, the Friday-night couch and I might just have a discussion about seeing other people.