Trashed at the Guggenheim

What do you get when you mix a 23 year old, an open bar and an art musuem? Trashed at the Guggenheim! Last night I used my connection to up and coming artist Jessica Mandrick to get into a VIP reception for the opening of the new Gugg exhibit anyspacewhatever. I threw back a few too many glasses of champagne and by the time I finally started winding my way up those blindingly white rings, I was more than timpsy. NYC discovery: the Gugg drunk is perhaps a better experience than the Gugg sober. Suddenly all the pithy writings on the walls, the upside down words, the maze like exhibit and the starry skylight seemed really intense and a complete disorientation of the patriarchial hegemony. And--who knew--this particular exhibit features an ironic mini-coffee bar sponsered by Illy. Ironic lattes are sure tasty! Just be glad I didn't pass out on the ultra modern bed at the very top, which apparently rents out at night as a legit hotel.