Last night the girlfriend and I went to this local thing we have here in Vegas in the Art District called "First Friday". It's basically like a slightly less extreme Venice Beach in Nevada.
This is a report of my night presented via bullet point
* Just walking into the place was like walking into a technicolor suburban Narnia. There were Hipsters mingled with art affectionados as far as the eye could see.
* There was a person playing classical violin just steps away from a band doing some reeeaaallly bad cover music and THEY were just steps away from a Christian rapper doing his "thang" (I'm not religious, but even from a rapping standpoint his rhymes were pretty lame). And much, much more!
* They had walk through art houses that you would walk through to get to other parts of the event, and the art featured was unbelievably good.
* I had an opportunity to buy the issue of Spiderman with Barack Obama in it for only 8 bucks... but Erica said no 
* We saw a dude dressed as a Buddhist monk selling some amazing artwork. On his right arm he had some tattoos of sacred Buddhist text, and underneath that he had a tattoo of psyduck. He gave us his card and THIS is a gallery of his stuff. (THIS is the one I really wanted to buy)
* We closed off the night by getting pizza from a mobile oven van... little did we know that the mobile oven van lets you know the pizzas are done by flaring huge plumes of flames out of the smoke stacks. We basically hit the dirt when it happened because we thought the place was gonna blow.
Thus concludes my report of the previous evening.