Night at the Museum

So your favorite sickeningly sweet couple went out on a proper date last night (yes, Irupe, married couples do sometimes have dates, though not often enough). We wanted to catch the last Third Thursday of the season here in Pittsfield.

We stopped into the Lichtenstein Gallery, to absorb some culture, and there was a performance/video/installation art piece going on called "Apollo Risen" by Julia Morgan-Leaman. In some windows, short films were playing on a loop, and in others, people were performing (some dancing, one boy playing the Baritone, a woman in a hammock, etc), their silhoettes (sp?) projected onto sheets covering the windows.

We ran into the only three small children we know in the Berkshires at the gallery, having met them while taking our dogs for a walk in a field while house hunting in August. And we chatted with their babysitters, following them upstairs (they were regulars) to the studios where the performance art was being conducted. We stopped in to talk with the boy with the baritone (Becca still has that band geek radar going...), and the artist came up so we found ourselves talking with her.

She came to relieve the boy for the night, she'd just finished taking photos of the installation. She then decided that we were positively adorable, and had to have us dance in the window for her exhibit/performance. We obliged, happy to finally be part of the Berkshire art scene we'd been drawn to in the first place.

All that dancing made us hungry. We were over to Mission, the local trendy tapas bar. We couldn't get past the solid wall of pretension, so we left in search of Trattoria Rustico, a tiny hole-in-the-wall bistro.

The were closed. So we went to the Malaysian restaurant next door, I forget the name... Being a Malaysian restaurant, they of course had a bluegrass band playing. Why not? We sat at the bar to order some takeout (we're old & it was almost nine), and enjoyed the music. They play "Man of Constant Sorrow" from "O Brother, Where Art Thou?" and some other fun numbers. We had some homemade ginger ice cream that a server had accidentally brought out (the order was cancelled, but we swooped down on it), and paid for our food.

As we were leaving, the band finished a song and Becca shouted (she does that sometimes) "Play Johnny Cash!" They laughed, then looked at each other, and broke into "One Piece at a Time" (which is a fun song, look it up...), so we of course had to sit back down.

Then we went home & ate some Orange Ginger Chicken & assorted Malaysian fingerfoods and agreed to do this every Thursday.

Stop pretending to wretch, you're just jealous.