Andy Warhol in Santiago

Last night, everything was pop.
My friend Macarena had invited me and Bernardita to attend to the opening of an Andy Warhol (or Andrew Warhola as his name was originally) exhibition at the Museum of Fine Arts. It consisted of prints, photographs and film. Oh, and the fine deserts he concieved, recreated by students of Ecole Francaise Culinaire. Foolishly, I missed to snap a photo of them but they sure didn't look tasty. The culinary approach was broadened with all kinds of alternative cocktail snacks, which were outlined in detail by the chef in the opening speech. While the other speakers - a bank official, the museum director and some others had laid out the meaning of Warhol's work and his motivation, the chef wetted our lips describing what part of the exhibit was eatable and what wasn't, receiving the most enthusiastic applause.
By the way, we never saw any snacks, they were devoured rapidly by the masses. The frenzy for free food was so great that a guy picked up a 75 %-eaten sandwich, removed it's wrinkly napkin wrapping and consumed it, enjoying the refined cultural ambient.
Later, we moved on to my cousin Tomás' birthday/screen workshop inauguration party. He and his pal Diego are entering the screen business. Lots of people showed up and it was a lot of fun.