I posted the prices realized from this week’s contemporary art auction at Christie’s. You’re not going to believe your eyes. Expectations were exceeded. In come cases, by many multiples. Buckle up and scroll down.
I’m flying to Las Vegas early Saturday morning. Lots of guys go there to visit strip clubs and chase young tail. Some guys drink themselves into a blind stupor. Some queue up at the buffet and stuff themselves like horses at a bottomless trough. Some twist towels and jam them into the bottom of hotel doors, fire up a bong and smoke themselves into an anesthetized oblivion. Some mix a toxic cocktail using all of the above. Those are not my vices. The only real danger I pose to myself is when I’m bellied-up to a craps table. I like shooting craps. A lot. Can I maintain my composure? Well, that’s the name of the game, isn’t it?
Will try to post a dispatch from the road. Yo eleven!