(F)Art Round Deux

Ok - so you know how I said you're totally lame if you don't go to this? Well that's still true...but it looks like I'm the one who is going to be totally lame.

Kind of forgot that it is Father's Day this weekend, and I promised the family some months ago that I would accompany them on a trek to the great woods of MN (also known as the cabin). So I will not be in attendance - but you all should!

art - like whoa

So I work with this guy Tim who's our graphic design dude. Really nice, his wife's really cool - just chill people. I invited them to Jess's gallery opening and they wanted to go, but had other plans for the same night.

So Tim walks into my office yesterday and says, "Hey Ashley, I know you're into cool art, so I thought I'd show you this quick." Turns out Tim's old boss is a collector and had Tim take photos of all her collection for her records and in case she decides to ever sell any. He opened this huge, hard cased portfolio and proceeded to show me some amazing pieces - almost everything was free from glass/frame.

If I was really that into art I'd actually have known a lot more of what I was looking at - but he had some drawings from Yves Tanguy, who I do like. A lot of what he had was really cool, stamped with crests from all kinds of museums (evern from the louvre).

And then...he pulled out a picasso. I'm not kidding. It was insane. I know there are hundreds, even thousands of pieces of his work out there; but to see one, and hold one. It was surreal. Tim had great documentation for everything - I actually held the note picasso wrote to a friend telling him to enjoy the sketch. seriously cool.

Ask and Ye Shall Receive

Sometimes you don't really want what you want. Like you might want to eat a burrito - but you don't want to gain five pounds. (and it's a proven fact that every chipotle burrito adds at least 5)

Sometimes you want things, but you don't know why you want them. And then when you have them you don't really want them. I don't have a good burrito example for that profound statement.

Anyway - here's my PSA for the week: Do you have Restless Leg Syndrome? Here's the signs.

Extreme Fart - oops ART with the Hand Job gang

If you don't go check out the upcoming Hand Job (F)Art show you are totally wack. And I mean it. 6/16/07 from 6 - 10. Like you have anything better to do. Calsurf is your destination.

Lost

I hate being lost - especially when I'm driving. I get really nervous. Absolutely positive I won't be able to find my way to wherever it is I'm going. What's worse is when you don't know where you're going. Like the final destination - when you have no idea where that is. I hate that.

I got lost once in the mall I think - in some department store when I was little, maybe 5 or 6 years old. Not the kind of lost where your parents call security and you're crying or anything. The kind of lost that when you turn around and reach for their hand - it's not there. I think I was playing in the clothing racks hiding and when I came out I was turned around and I freaked out a little bit. Ever since then I've never wanted to be lost.

What happens when you are lost? I wish they made maps for things besides roads. Not that I ever use maps. But if they (whoever "they" is) made them for things besides roads maybe I would.

It's noon somewhere

So it's back to the normal routine. Have a great weekend and then blog.

For starters - Tanya de Jesus is in town. if you don't know who that is I guess it means you didn't participate in any of the Familia madness this weekend, or you didn't live with me in espana. She's only the hottest shit this side of puerto rico mami.

I supose I should back-track and mention night of the Elvira before I mention day of the familia. Yours truly got to participate in a hilarious event at the island with a Mr. Benji Meyer & a senor Seth McCallum

Second - DAY of the FAMILIA was pure epicocity. That's right tuck - epicocity. Friday afternoon was great - kids lined up down the block to get in a get autos from their favorite pros. Never mind the fact that I could have jumped in at the table and signed a few posters and kids wouldn't have noticed. damn. kids suck. they also smell bad. Friday night was pure fun and a great dance party to boot at the Turf Club/Familia Anniversary party. ups to vang for purchasing me a beverage of choice, and to Sam #2 for another beve. Although - vang did cross the line - the party line a little later in the evening.

i think the best part of the night was that some chick made out with craig. or should I say "ate his face" never mind that he can't pick her out of a line-up. that was the funniest story about two people I don't know that I heard all weekend.

Third - coffee club turned booze club (sorry TG). When Dawn Candace, Craig & I started on those mimosas i new it would be a good day. now i'm going to go lay outside with a good book and soak up the sun. nice.

How'd she get so drunk?

I've asked myself many times "How" (interchangable with) "Why" did I get so drunk? Last night I asked it of Sarah - that chicks was crazy (craazzee). Fo real.

What started out as a simple walk around Calhoun turned into dinner at Joe's Garage and a second bottle of wine. This quickly eroded into Stacy's insistence that we go dancing. On a Thursday night. At midnight. I was coerced into attendance and we called a cab. Visage was dead-zone for sure, but that didn't mean they weren't playing the jams. One memory that lingers is about 6 songs in Sarah turns to me and says, "This is the first song they've played that I know!!!" Keep in mind the song prior to that was Billy Idol's "Dancing With Myself" chicks from Wisconsin are crazy.

A major dance party ensued - only to have suprise special guest such as Adrianna & Co. arrive & dissapear within 10 minutes. Sarah gave her number to the weirdest guy there (of course) and it was time to go. Thank god for Tuck187 picking our asses up - cause a cab driver for sure would have kicked Sarah's behind to the curb. 4 drinks and that girl gets buckwild.