Let me set the scene for you.
A room full of people, of whom I only know a few. All of these people are milling about, looking at my work (many -if you can believe it- with their hands on their chins). They would stare, consider, and discuss. Then they would see me, turn quickly away, nudge the person next to them, whisper and point in my direction.
With the exception of one very tall man, nervous looking man, and two women who wanted to discuss, in order, the baby I was carrying, and the cigarette I was smoking (not at the same time) the above description accounts for everything resembling an interaction I had with anyone not falling into the afore-mentioned category of the "Known Few."
Lordie, that was fun.
