Last night was some sort of weird art nir­vana in Tremont. For the 150th Art­Walk no punch­es were pulled. I start­ed out at Inside-Out­side where I end­ed up buy­ing a small paint­ing, then I head­ed over to the Scran­ton Gallery for some poet­ry read­ings, then I stopped by the park for some Sum­mer Shake­speare, then I went to the Ukrain­ian Muse­um for some egg dec­o­rat­ing, then I stopped by the Lit­er­ary Cafe for a beer, then I went to Brandt Gallery to see Robert Bank’s lat­est flick, then I went to Aster­isk and Doubt­ing Thomas and then back to Inside-Out­side to watch Pet Mon­ster and a lit­tle flirt­ing. Then I hauled my ass across Tremont for approx­i­mate­ly the 77th time and went to Pat’s in the Flats for Lou’s Birth­day Bash where I heard some punk bands per­form “sweet music to make my ears bleed”. Then I stum­bled home and went to sleep.