Didn’t You Take Any Pictures Of Art?
No. I mean yes. This Italian Sausage was Art.
Tentative Fringe showings
Tentative:
Sunday, Aug 7th -
10:00 PM: Adventures in Mating
11:30 PM: The Scrimshaw Show
Shows that you will probably be avoiding so as to not make uncomfortable eye contact with me before looking away and going to the bathroom to hide:
Aug 8 - 5:30 PM: “Cliff Notes” for Dummies by Third Rabbit Dance Ensemble
Aug 14 - 7:00 PM: Man Saved by Condiments by Pehl Productions & Starting Gate Prod.
No Mini Donuts
It is actually illegal to have a fair in Minnesota without mini donuts. There was another stand over on “The Mall.” I declined this time because I was full from deep throating a foot long Italian. Sausage. Eating it. STOP THINKING THAT! I USED TEETH!
Sigh. You fuckers are all perverts.
My Hands Smell Like Basil
Lisa always seems to forget that we have a few herbs in the back garden. As I was supplementing her sauce-from-a-jar I said that I am jealous of Paul’s Mom’s vegetable garden with tomatoes and a forest of pepper plants (don’t tell them who ate all the spicy sweet pickle slices, holy fucking delicious). Anyway, Lisa said that next year I could probably dig up more of the yard to claim my own space, and I casually mentioned that I might not be here next year.
I’m a little sad that I didn’t join Paul’s Party Pad as the eigth and oldest Power Ranger, heretofore to be referred to as the Den Mother, or just Mom, but I’m not sure that spending six months or a year living with 22 year olds would really improve my social standing. Nonetheless, it was an opportunity to revel in adolescence.
It was only three or four years ago that I had thought to myself that I would be looking at houses “in a few months.” Then, life went tits up.
I must be slipping, I only took 120 pictures at the art thing.
Time to ROCK!
Apparently, Cake Woman got too much sun at the Uptown Art Fair thing yesterday and spent the night throwing up. I plan to stay hydrated. I might also see about seeing a Fringe Festival show tonight. Apparently the woman who tells the yoni story is in one, and how could I miss that? Otherwise, later this week.
I will be calling Gerg to see if he remembers expressing some interest in the fair, otherwise I will be wandering the streets of Uptown by my lonesome.
Blow up my celly if you wants to hookZ up, yo.