It was much less insanely crowded than it was last year, and it was larger, and the art was for the most part very good to excellent.
After overloading on art, we went together to the local Outback, where the staff got a kick out of our outfits, especially that of my date, who was wearing a bedazzling outfit of a power jacket over a bustier and a stainless steel corsett, and a long slinky latex skirt. I wore my kinky finary as well, soft black leather from the lacings at my neck to the soft dress shoes on my feet.
After dinner, the waiter asked if we wanted dessert, at which point I quipped that "we were each other's dessert", which generated some amusment.
It was funny because it then became true.
What a great night.