Tonight, I stopped by Toast for Arts Safari’s My Big Fat Opera party. Toast has beautifully designed interior, which would have looked fucking awesome in photographs. Because the crowd was rather sparse, I did not bother shooting. Apparently several people stayed home, since they were afraid of the hurricane somewhere in the Gulf of Mexico. Which is roughly 1,000 miles from here. In conclusion, Atlanta’s olympic mascot should have been a giant vagina.

As a side note, I ran into Elizabeth’s hot friend at this event. Amusingly, she and Elizabeth are friends of The Vegetarian, who was also in attendance.