Two sculptors, Adam and Ellen sit in the basement of the Corcoran Gallery discussing an opening at the Arts Club of Washington. I told them I'd see them there, but not before I had something to eat. I went to Goldie's Italian and ordered a slice of pizza. Since it was Friday I decided to get a beer too. It was $3 a glass or $6 a pitcher; I went for economy. When I walked out of Goldie's 15 minutes later it felt like a whole new world. I was lucky to make it to the opening. I remember most Bill Newman's colorful oil paintings. The attention to detail in Newman's paintings is supernatural. Drinking that pitcher so quickly earlier was a supernatural sleeping pill with a side of Tourettes. I fought its effects as well as I could for about 3 hours until I found myself at home sleeping.