It was a lovely evening, and far more successful than Thursday night's outing to the new "1970s punk rock" bar, which serves bottled beer in paper bags. Yep.
I wore a thrifted vintage skirt, vintage sweater, Target belt, and shoes by Report.
Andy looked very sharp in his "new" vintage plaid shirt.
I was not able to verify this, but I want to believe that the big chunk of architecture here in front of the beaver is a piece of my dearly departed Schnitzelbank, (gone now because god knows what Grand Rapids needs is another stinking parking lot). I have no memory of such an architectural detail at the Schnitz--my brain is stuck in a memory haze of their amazing sauerbraten and spaetzel, and their special dark beer--but I took a photo, wanting to believe it was a chunk of the Schnitz.
The DJ, spinning over the museum entrance.
Ghostly fabric representation of the life-size whale that used to be suspended over the museum's main hall.
We met up with our friends Roberta and Mark; it was their first time seeing the exhibit.
I'm so glad we got to view it again. I really hope they'll be able to keep the space open somehow. I think it would be great for concerts, art exhibits, bazaars. It's nice to see something old in this city be revived, rather than bulldozed for a parking lot or TGI Fridays.
xoK
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