pinksonia | In which Allison wonders when she will be grown-up enough to appreciate fine art (Reply)

This weekend I went to Art for Art's Sake the night that all the galleries along Magazine hold late hours and offer wine, cheese, and other delectables to the public. This was my third time going and I now have a couple of questions:

Is it really possible to get all the way from Nashville(ish) down to Julia in the time frame provided. I'm inclined to say no, but then maybe it is possible for other people.
Where did the shop with the really good punch move to. I was disappointed with the lack of punch this year.
Do you ever really reach the point where going to art galleries no longer feels like you are playing at being sophisticated and is instead fun in and of itself.

It occurs to me that the point may just be a failing of mine. I've always been much more of a performance art person than a visual art person. For instance, going to the theater has never struck me as OMG culture, but as "I want to see this show" or "I love watching people on stage." But when looking at art I always have "this is supposed to be educational" playing in the back of my mind.

Also, I need to remember to check out Blue Frog more often (even if there was no barbershop quartet this year) because yum.