COSM is the shit Not only did I get to watch Alex Grey paint one of the most beautiful pieces of art I've ever seen, I got to meet him and talk to him.
I also raved my fucking balls off. Seriously, I don't think I've ever danced so hard for so long. Alex was painting in the rave room so I got to dance while I watched him paint. I danced through the Chapel of Sacred Mirrors (btw, fucking wow, I can't even begin to describe that fun). I danced through all the rooms of his studio. I danced all nite, almost non-stop. I paused for 15 mintues to watch two gypsy girls bellydance to a drum circle complete with a violin player in the Hall of Mirrors, but then it was 5:30 in the morning and it was time to go. And then I danced down the stairs, through the streets of Manhattan, through Penn Station, squimed around in my seat while on the train, paused for a bit while getting a massage from Julie, and then I was still dancing at quarter to eight in the morning when we finally made it back to Long Branch, where my body finally gave out and I fell asleep on the couch. Highly recommended.