Martinis & Masterpieces

Something about serving martinis in a children’s museum made me feel like a rebel. Naughty even. Like the time I stayed overnight at my older cousin’s Ed’s bachelor apartment made me pork chops for breakfast and made me look at Playboy magazine. Or the time my Jr. high friend and I found a bottle of Southern Comfort under a rock in a park and drank it. Or the time I was in a children’s museum sampling the martinis and touching the art when I wasn’t supposed, or, er, anyway…
Vendor review: They had supplied us with a prominent bar that guests saw first upon arrival. Cool. Plenty of ice. Napkins. And most importantly STOLI. But wait. I’m sorry. You’re expecting 300 guests and you’ve supplied me with 60 plastic martini glasses? I mean they’re cool and all with the strobe light in the stem. And you couldn’t get anymore so I was forced to buss my ass off, retrieve dirty glasses and wash them. Not cool.
Visitor review: Cramped layout, but very interesting art everywhere! From the giant hanging tub to the wall of hanging Cd’s! Very stimulating. More so after sampling the martinis. Hey! Somebody has to do it. I would have like more food vendors, but shout out to America’s Taco shop for some delicious carne asada burritos, Hula’s for some fresh and nummy ceviche. And the cupcakes from whoever.