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I wore red. On red on red. (primary) Patent leather heel.

I can(’t) wear this shoe for awhile now. It pinches a bit in its fit but I will —but i will also bring a backup shoe (a flat). TAKE TWO.

Parking was a nightmare. It was almost all side-street, residential blocked options. Only spots that called for a permit or a pass, and the rest of them were taken. There were a few pay lots but it was Friday night so I assumed there were too many people for so many places to go. I got anxious I was missing it and parked in a bold red zone marked ‘No’.

EXT. GALLERY

I went to the overtly unmarked entrance. Glorious door. It was out of proportion and span-–no standard transom or décor. A vertical glass bar break — frosted to opaque — inset in — the white box building shape. Across the top was a single black stripe – sweep to complete — an Ellsworth Kelly piece.

Paul said, “You Made It” and we laughed. (We both made it) and we went to go and move my car. We talked about the parking lot a lot, in a lot of tedious detail.  About how obvious it was to find --the place with all the people and the absence of a sign.

‘Such a gallery scene’ said Paul. ‘—like the club thing with no name’.

(Beat)

‘I do love a puzzle!’

(willing to admit) I like a little opacity on a good façade.

(the challenge cue to) call for a response.

Somebody (said something to me once like): When it invites you to do so much interpretive work. It’s a piece of its own. And it’s known. 

INT. SHOW 

We had to take our shoes off to see past the concrete reception.  (relieved)

DISOLVE TO:

Whose Shoe?

Those shoes. Red shoes. (Two).