August 1st recollection

Last night was a boisterous girl's night with Lis and Laura. We drank a bit of red wine and had animated discussions until 3 or 4, finally passing out on the lawn chairs. Around 7 we relocated to the basement where Addy kept my feet warm with her little Italian greyhound body. I had the weirdest dream that Laura was arrested for murder or kleptomania by an annoying little girl and I was trying to prove her innocence. In the morning some celebration for Lis's bday, then at my house she napped while I packed up my bathroom stuff. I have A LOT more packing to do, but I feel very unmotivated. There's a shit load of glitter on the ground from an accidental avalanche and I just made myself drink some milk because I may or may not have just swallowed a bit of paint... That might sound random, but I decided to spice up some dollar store frames with a painting effort. I was mixing some acrylic yellow onto a turquoises frame but it needed a solvent and I didn't feel like getting up so I spit on my finger. Then in the bathroom I realized there was paint on my lips. I hope I don't accidentally kill myself with a lapse of judgment like that..

Now for the recollections and analysis pertaining to this past weeeeeeek...

This is one of the luck recipients of the spider man paint job. I did about 5 before running out of the red face paint. Volunteering at the North side festival was really fun, especially the part where a little girl asked for hello kitty with flames in the background (copying the flames from the boy I'd painted previously, not thinking that it would look like hello kitty was on fire).

Jeff at MCG with his FABULOUS flava flav dragon. He runs a bicycle magazine and works with the digital studio and is kick-ass.

It was Doston's 40th birthday this past Monday, and he was bummed that we didn't put his name on the board. Once Terry got in I told her to put it on. Doston is a skinny, squirrelly man who comes in and orders Budweiser bottles. He seemed very lonely, but also very proud of the family ties he has. He hit on me a little, following suite with the other tipsy old men, but then realized "you're only a year older than my daughter." Then he want on to show me a picture and talk about how he misses seeing her.

I have a ton more photos I wanted to talk about, but I'm loosing my train of thought like no other. If I don't wake up tomorrow because of the paint predicament, I want it to be known that I hold no grudges and died with love in my heart... hehe...