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Overheard at Artopia

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This past Saturday, at Westword's biggest and undeniably bitchin' art soirée, guests appreciated all levels of local talent. Artopia-goers also took in the large amounts of alcohol, causing thoughts from the silly to the profound to pour from their mouths just as smoothly as the booze flowed into their cups. Here is what we overheard at Artopia.

Fine Arts Gallery, Vinyl, Female, 8:15 p.m. "He [Max Kauffman] has more talent than what I have seen so far. I'm going to tell him that right after I lay a wet one on him."

Rooftop Patio, Vinyl, 8:46 p.m. Male, tobacco pipe in hand: "Maybe Colorado University has a class on it." Female: "Yeah, how to deep-throat fire. Exactly."

Basement, Vinyl, Male, 9:31 p.m. Grinning from ear to ear and sweating like a sinner in church, "How the hell did we get in here?"

Basement, Vinyl, Male, 9:42 p.m. While double-fisting two emasculating mixed drinks: "Hey! Ya win some, ya lose some."

Vinyl Stair Landing, Female, 10:03 p.m. Referencing Tara Rynders and her Explorative Dance concoction: "A few more drinks and I'll be able to dance like that!"

Outside of City Hall, Male, 10:21 p.m. While standing right in front of a rotating can light and the Scion tent: "The funny thing is that there aren't any signs outside the venues. How are people supposed to find them?"

Outside of City Hall, Female, 10:27 p.m. Female: Hey, what's that? *points to guy's collar* Male: *Looks down* Female: *Flicks stranger's nose* "You're just not drunk enough yet."

Entrance to City Hall, Male, 10:28 p.m. The recognizable sound of childhood: "Hot Cross Buns" being played by a shirtless man dressed in a wolf-type headress and buttflap.

City Hall Amphitheater, Male, 11:37 p.m. *Gentleman from the "Raucous and Electroaucostic Party-Crashing Guests" in bejeweled ski mask and light strands going to town on his traveling keyboard* *Guy bumps into him*: "Sorry, man, didn't see you there." *Shrugging it off*: "No, it's okay. A lady just grabbed my ass. Can't get much worse."

Basement, Vinyl, Male, 12:53 a.m. Male to bartender: "I'd like two Coronas." Bartender to Male: "I'd like two wristbands." Male's response: "I have two middle fingers."

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