Last night we headed out to Brandon’s art show. A year ago we had just moved back to Seattle and had a blast attending his show so it was nice to repeat a great experience. Always filled with colorful characters the crowd was smaller but just as amusing as always. Brandon requested I snap a few pictures so here they are:
This is one of my favorites.
I love that she has a storm trooper mask on hand.
Brandon surveying the scene…it has to be said: We all really dig the new elephant tattoo on his neck.
Ruben checking out this awesome painting inspired by the Jagermeister label.
It has to be mentioned that Josh and I went out with friends before we went to the gallery. I’ve really cut down on any sort of drinking in the past four months and I innocently thought the shot of Jack Daniels would be harmless. I felt myself unwind in a big way after that shot warmed my belly…and I realized: Wow, I’ve been really stressed. So, I had a shot of Captain Morgan and things were going along swimmingly, I really felt excellent. Pretty soon I was blah-blahing about my past foray as a Zine author, my exploits as a groupie in the late nineties, and by-the-way I used to write one woman shows. After nibbling away at a set of crab cakes and downing some water I was ready to go look at some art. We were down by the viaduct where the trolley tracks are and we all decided to make a run for the crosswalk. You know how it is, the flashing hand has frozen and you’re running to avoid getting run over. I have NO IDEA how this happened but all of a sudden I fell flat on my face in the middle of the intersection. One moment I was running…the next moment I felt myself come down on my knees and then my arms splayed out in front of me spread eagle style. I quickly scrambled up, raised my arms over my head in a cheer, and yelled, “I fell!” (KB, you might harken this back to when Rob dropped me on my head and I popped right back up unscathed). OK, so it really hurts to fall, you forget this when you enter adulthood. I marvel at the fact that I watch kids eat shit all day and they are usually unfazed. I’m amazed I didn’t rip my pants, I just came up looking really dusty and dazed. In the car I checked my kneecaps and found them bruised and scraped. My hands had skid marks but most of them faded away and only left a few gouges. My jaw was sore because I had clinched it upon impact (thank God I didn’t bite my tongue). All in all I was fine, really, I was…it just startled the hell out of me. I blamed the clogs, the railroad tracks, and the two shots for my spill…but I honestly don’t know what happened:
I wish this picture was more hardcore, like, with blood on my knees. As it is, I truly think this picture downplays the bruising and scrapes I received.