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Apr. 9th, 2005 07:45 pmI apologize for being incredibly uninteresting lately. Let's see...what do I have to tell you?
Thursday was John's birthday and First Thursday, which Caroline's studio was open for. After a bit of lost wandering in Pioneer Square (during which someone offered to buy my socks, and he wasn't even homeless) I ran into someone I knew who showed me where the space was. Hallelujah for living in Seattle where I run into people I know all over the place. You guys, seriously--if you want to hang in crowded bars for hours to see exceptionally awesome bands, or go see art, or find hoardes of cute boys with tattoos, come to Seattle and hang with me. I'm busily locating a niche.
I'm thinking I should really acquire some studio space, now that I'm financially solvent. I'd get a lot more painting done without my couch and tv and books around to distract me.
Then we met up with John and Christophe for birthday drinks/pizza/fried pickles/creme brulee. Because John knows everyone in town with an accent. Honestly.
In fact, there is a party full of such folks tonight. Someone (a friend of Nadav's?) is moving (back?) to Israel and having a Middle Eastern themed party. And I'm going. Because why not? And I'm wearing fabulous red shoes. Fabulous.
Did I mention how, at the Helio Sequence show, Cat acquired a random boy named Lawrence and then flirted with the KEXP guy for buttons and stickers? No? Well she did, because Cat is amazing.
It doesn't get any easier to believe that next month I'll be back in Florida for the Peach People's wedding. I hate Florida.
Thursday was John's birthday and First Thursday, which Caroline's studio was open for. After a bit of lost wandering in Pioneer Square (during which someone offered to buy my socks, and he wasn't even homeless) I ran into someone I knew who showed me where the space was. Hallelujah for living in Seattle where I run into people I know all over the place. You guys, seriously--if you want to hang in crowded bars for hours to see exceptionally awesome bands, or go see art, or find hoardes of cute boys with tattoos, come to Seattle and hang with me. I'm busily locating a niche.
I'm thinking I should really acquire some studio space, now that I'm financially solvent. I'd get a lot more painting done without my couch and tv and books around to distract me.
Then we met up with John and Christophe for birthday drinks/pizza/fried pickles/creme brulee. Because John knows everyone in town with an accent. Honestly.
In fact, there is a party full of such folks tonight. Someone (a friend of Nadav's?) is moving (back?) to Israel and having a Middle Eastern themed party. And I'm going. Because why not? And I'm wearing fabulous red shoes. Fabulous.
Did I mention how, at the Helio Sequence show, Cat acquired a random boy named Lawrence and then flirted with the KEXP guy for buttons and stickers? No? Well she did, because Cat is amazing.
It doesn't get any easier to believe that next month I'll be back in Florida for the Peach People's wedding. I hate Florida.
