Art in Harlem

On Friday, I was feeling artsy and cheap, so I went to the Museum of Modern Art with a friend. We meet a few of her friends there and we walked around, getting lost in art I did not understand but thought was incredibly creative and generally useless. After a couple hours, I was still feeling artsy and cheap, and when one of the new acquaintances mentioned the words "art exhibit" and "free snacks" I was immediately interested.
After a little nap in the A train, I arrived to a Harlem townhouse that was rented for the occasion. A lady welcomed us into the house. "Hey, I'm Narissa," she said, after a polite hug, "nice to meet you." The five of us proceeded to state our names and, with a very big smile and holding a glass of wine, she said "don't test me on this later; I'll let you go around and introduce yourselves to the rest," and left to mingle with the crowd.
I looked at the paintings by Raquel Ríos and pretended I liked some of them. I might have even liked them at the moment, after consuming my fair share of cheese cubes and wine glasses. When my friends were done eating and throwing grapes in my wine, we headed out. Narissa was there, and we said goodbye to her. "It was nice meeting you," she said, and we returned the niceties. "I'll see you around," she said, and none of us tested her on our names.