Art vs. Entertainment

Yesterday, Hottie and I celebrated our six years of marriage. We returned to the scene of the crime (Christos) and enjoyed a yummy Greek dinner. When we arrived, the bartender (who has worked there forever) knew it was our anniversary. His acute memory impressed us. Once seated, he broke the news. My dad had called earlier to ask them to give us a bottle of wine, charged to him. All amazement in the bartender's memory faded, but we were happy for the wine.

As is typical of the St. Paul Christos on a Saturday night, a wedding was in progress. We arrived during the toasts and they went on throughout dinner. Our conversation turned to art versus entertainment. Hottie didn't realize that I make distinctions between pop literature (entertainment) and literary fiction (art), so we spent the bulk of our conversation reviewing entertainment/genre artists and fine/literary artists. Hottie thought he cornered me when it came to painting. (By this time, we'd thoroughly analyzed literature and music.) But I countered with Thomas Kinkade. Hottie hadn't heard of him. Lucky for me, our server knew exactly who he was and when I filled him in on our conversation, our server agreed that Thomas Kinkade, John Grisham and Brittany Spears all fit in the same category.

We ended the night seeing the Bourne Supremacy, which was completely entertaining (thanks to Matt Damon). Entertainment and art - I love them both.