vampire bats on the high seas
Dec. 4th, 2004 05:09 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
thezWell, I went down town with "the gang" tonight, so named because I don't know what else to call them. There was a free art exhibition going on, spread out in a bunch of small shops for a mile down the road. Most of it was just average, or trying too hard to be edgy, or something I could put together myself accidentally. There were some good pieces there that really stood out, most of which are beyond my descriptive capabilities. I will say, though, that one had a pirate ship and a vampire bat. I have never wanted to purchase a painting more in my life, but I just wasn't carrying THAT MUCH cash.
The overall atmosphere was rather festive, a fact most likely related to the scent of pot that hung in the air. Tyler: "The artists are lighting up their inspiration." Z: "Dude, man, I've got it. I've painted a bunch of clocks, right... only all the clocks ARE MELTING." Tyler: "Dude, you just blew my mind."
We stopped at a tiny pretentious cafe called "The Paisley Violin," which naturally made me think of![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
neherenia. According to my friends, I missed a street performer shoving his face into a pile of broken glass while I was ordering a pita pizza with goat cheese. Later, I discovered that I don't really much care for goat cheese, and not just because ordering it caused me to miss out on face-mashing. I caught the fellow just as he was cleaning up. "Ooo, glass-eating! That's my favorite death sport! Actually, I just came out here because my friends told me that some fellow put his face in glass. I thought they meant a drunk guy running his head through a window." He thought it was pretty funny, at least.
Then, on the way to one DB's house: "Wow, that moon is awesome! I would have sex with it, if I were another moon." No, that wasn't me, that was one of my friends. I swear. I just had to type it out because it is a gem.
It has been a very late night, and now is the time on Sprockets when we sleep.
The overall atmosphere was rather festive, a fact most likely related to the scent of pot that hung in the air. Tyler: "The artists are lighting up their inspiration." Z: "Dude, man, I've got it. I've painted a bunch of clocks, right... only all the clocks ARE MELTING." Tyler: "Dude, you just blew my mind."
We stopped at a tiny pretentious cafe called "The Paisley Violin," which naturally made me think of
neherenia. According to my friends, I missed a street performer shoving his face into a pile of broken glass while I was ordering a pita pizza with goat cheese. Later, I discovered that I don't really much care for goat cheese, and not just because ordering it caused me to miss out on face-mashing. I caught the fellow just as he was cleaning up. "Ooo, glass-eating! That's my favorite death sport! Actually, I just came out here because my friends told me that some fellow put his face in glass. I thought they meant a drunk guy running his head through a window." He thought it was pretty funny, at least.Then, on the way to one DB's house: "Wow, that moon is awesome! I would have sex with it, if I were another moon." No, that wasn't me, that was one of my friends. I swear. I just had to type it out because it is a gem.
It has been a very late night, and now is the time on Sprockets when we sleep.
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Date: 2004-12-04 12:03 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-04 01:35 pm (UTC)You know, goat cheese sort of TASTES like laundry soap, too.
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Date: 2004-12-04 01:00 pm (UTC)(no subject)
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Date: 2004-12-04 01:42 pm (UTC)Matt
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Date: 2004-12-04 01:46 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-04 02:46 pm (UTC)Especially since, you know, farandine is just divine. =)
Matt
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Date: 2004-12-04 08:25 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2004-12-05 01:10 pm (UTC)Mas Macho Matt