The Artist Formerly Known as Don

Paul and Cara and I went to an "Art Event" at the Untitled Art Society last night to meet up with Travis and his friend Don, I mean Ben. I guess we got there too late, because the party was over. Or had it just begun? Kiara has a studio there, and so the five of us hung out looking at Kiara's wonderful art and playing melancholy music on a Casio keyboard. Will try to post fun pictures of that later. I think the shots of tequila we'd had at the Grad Lounge and the Den made us a little footloose and fancy-free. Whatever that means.

Travis was grouchy because his bandage was overdue for a change. I smelled the bandage. He was also grouchy because he was hungry, and on our trek to the Stride Gallery for the opening that was happening there, Cara and I lost the Doodle, Smurphy, and Kiara to a pizza stop. Cara and I had a fun urban adventure walking past some cops and paramedics confronting someone drunk outside the Mustard Seed. Little did they know we were drunk too! Ha ha!

At the Stride, we barely kept the facade of reason in place. Narrowly avoided disaster when Paul tried to touch the art. Apparently Travis, Kiara and Paul went downstairs and got naked, or at least semi-naked, but Cara and I missed that because we were telling the story of the glove-- the Blue/Green (blue! green! blue! green!) rubber glove from Kiara's studio that Cara oh-so-elegantly wore while holding her Laphroiag and appreciating the art. Someone came up to us and asked about the glove. And so the Legend of the Glove was born. Will try to post some pictures of that too.

Tonight we're going to see the Harry Potter movie. Oh Boy! Will not post photos of that.