The people are beautiful, the music is trendy, the booze is incredibly expensive. If you are an SFMOMA member, you would have received an invite for two in the mail, and you probably would have made it out. The line to get in early on stretched nearly from the door to the corner of 2nd and Minna. Our hopes were for a more intimate affair with a few more famous-for-SF types. We're still holding out hope Willie Brown will show up to cruise the young chicks. Lucky for SFist, an artist friend managed to hold on to her invite on the way in, scoring us entrance. We tried to use our flimsy press credentials, which probably would have worked if we hadn't call the press office an hour before the party. Next time we're going to get a business card laminated, put it on a lanyard, and wave it like a press pass. If you want to know, the way to go is the slow-closing door on the Minna side. If anybody asks, say you went outside for a cigarette. If you're here at the party taking advantage of the great WiFi, we're the geek in the corner with the PowerBook and the tweed jacket. All in the name of the best in gonzo blogging. We'll be headed to the Rickshaw stop for the Indyfest opening night party...more after the jump.