Romance in all its forms.
Alright Alright, so I am sure all of you have been waiting all day to find out what I have been up to this weekend. Other than missing a rendezvous with lovely Natalia while she was in town (sorry lady, boob tassel stories from that night come later.)
After I clocked out of work Friday afternoon, I had a whole evening of crazy comedy to attend to. Stupid Time Machine was set to perform at The New Movement, and the New Orleans troupe brought down the house, or at least what I could imagine in all of my white-washed visions that phrase could mean. Vampire love, sexy family board games, and Obama tackling the healthcare crisis all made their way onto the stage, only to leave most of the crowd begging for more. Phew!
Modesty Night 2010
Saturday, Jake invited me to Canaval, the Brasiliero Mardi Gras happening downtown that night. Unsure about what "Carnaval" really was, and why it would include "wear a costume!" on the actual ticket, I threw my normal sweater-covered caution to the wind, and put on my most colorful halter top and short skirt to see what could come from a little culture. What I expected was a festive, colorful room, celebrating the Brazilian version of Mardi Gras. What we got was worn out bass-and-amp Brazilian dance music being sung by a middle aged Charro type woman, and what Craigslist might look like if everyone shut their computers for a night and decided to all come out in costume and meet each other. I couldn't tell if I was at a Furrie party or a club orgy at Spiros. (RIP) But seriously, after about the tenth boob tassel, I decided I was going to have to slow down my blushing and go ahead and bask in the fact that I was, in fact, the most underdressed person in the entire room. While I stepped away to take the above picture, Jake was coerced into being photographed with a couple of strangers, at least until I came back and made things awkward. What a night.
A shrine to the beautiful and awkward.
Then Sunday I stopped by Birdhouse Gallery off East Cesar Chavez to see the art of Corrine Loperfido, the Austin graphic designer and artist I am writing about for Flux. I've never had the chance to make it to this gallery before, but it was adorable and reminded me of all of the houses I have ever wanted to move into in Austin. The house was filled with the playful and honest pieces of the area artists, and while I giggled at the caricatures of the young and the old, I was blown away with the detailed yet whimsical nature of all of her pieces.
Modesty Night 2010
Saturday, Jake invited me to Canaval, the Brasiliero Mardi Gras happening downtown that night. Unsure about what "Carnaval" really was, and why it would include "wear a costume!" on the actual ticket, I threw my normal sweater-covered caution to the wind, and put on my most colorful halter top and short skirt to see what could come from a little culture. What I expected was a festive, colorful room, celebrating the Brazilian version of Mardi Gras. What we got was worn out bass-and-amp Brazilian dance music being sung by a middle aged Charro type woman, and what Craigslist might look like if everyone shut their computers for a night and decided to all come out in costume and meet each other. I couldn't tell if I was at a Furrie party or a club orgy at Spiros. (RIP) But seriously, after about the tenth boob tassel, I decided I was going to have to slow down my blushing and go ahead and bask in the fact that I was, in fact, the most underdressed person in the entire room. While I stepped away to take the above picture, Jake was coerced into being photographed with a couple of strangers, at least until I came back and made things awkward. What a night.
A shrine to the beautiful and awkward.
Then Sunday I stopped by Birdhouse Gallery off East Cesar Chavez to see the art of Corrine Loperfido, the Austin graphic designer and artist I am writing about for Flux. I've never had the chance to make it to this gallery before, but it was adorable and reminded me of all of the houses I have ever wanted to move into in Austin. The house was filled with the playful and honest pieces of the area artists, and while I giggled at the caricatures of the young and the old, I was blown away with the detailed yet whimsical nature of all of her pieces.
Now back to all seriousness, and the US just beat Canada in hockey, so there is a party over here until the whiskey runs out. Back to the old salt mill this week.
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