Art museum events make me feel tall.

Went to this open house at the Blanton Museum on the UT campus Thursday night. Between making loud, wildly uneducated observations on works of art and trolling for art hoes, it was a fun night.

Abe and I were there to see Abe's boss, Terrance, DJ'ing. Before him was this octet of frail looking white people playing a series of samba songs that all sounded the same. It looked like a band from a Wes Anderson movie: The Max Fischer Eight. Terrance looked like he was contemplating suicide while he waited for their set to finish.

Meanwhile, I was walking around, noticing that these events always bring out Austin's entire community of sub-five-foot-six males. I rarely feel tall, but I was parading my statuesque five feet, eight and a (very pronounced) half inches all through that bitch.

As we left, Terrance handed us copies of his mixtape, an almost illogical blend of old school hip hop and Brazillian dance music that sounds like it came out of the City of God soundtrack. The shoutouts are ridiculously loud and he used some sort of "Charlie Brown's Teacher" setting on his reverb plugin. That said, it's still in my car stereo....