
at home, before Double Bags and the Basement.
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Because really, did you need an excuse to spend more time at the bar?







Gabby was kind enough to actually sit for Lisette & I during cirque du filet. Hence, a much better portrait than I am usually capable of.

written by me in my sketchbook during cirque du filet. I don't know. this is what happens when you give us drink tickets.
from cirque du filet. I am so, so glad that this somehow got written by me in my sketchbook. jed is right. us writing down the stuff we say should be its own blog.
rin & karen cleaning up the kitchen after the preparation of the feast. I am the asshole who was drawing them instead of helping. such is how we roll at Drinking & Drawing.
my plate of food on the grass. sadly I spent WAY too much time drawing this food, & WAY too little time eating it. poor awesomely delicious plate of food.
karen painting scott's nails (even better). this drawing is helpfully illustrated by the actual nail polish used, belonging to rin. I believe the color was called "neon burst." it was declared by all to indeed be the nail polish shade a tiger would choose.
That was my tigers on tigers experience. Who knows what happened during the show/dance party? Not me. So get out there and drink & draw, y'all. I can't do everything.
I invite everyone to click the above image for magnification, but if you can't read the text at the bottom let me please help you out: "ex-boyfriends are like human Tetris -- if you can just fit them into the right space they explode & disappear forever." -- Someone, 06/27/09.
And then it was time for the Kielbasa Sisters.
And more poetry.
And Lady Libertine.
And then as though operating under the direct mandate of entropy, falling down.
Things got, you know, really exciting when the beats dropped. Xylophone style.
Leo Hwang, poet and husband to my 9th grade English teacher. Because yeah, that's not weird at all.
The Unnamed Comedian.
It was at this point in the evening that my and Liz's drinks ran out and the art began taking a turn for the worse. As soon as I saw this man's badly proportioned forehead spring from my pen I knew it was time to take drastic measures, i.e. badgering everyone in earshot to buy us beer. Thank you, Rob Murphy and John Peter, who actually did buy us beer.
Also, yeah. This guy was a jerk. Don't touch my friends. That's almost as bad as touching my fish.
jed's burger from local burger. of course it started pouring rain while we were acquiring this burger, & we had run through the downpour in our fancy clothes to the 11's.
the john bobbitt experience setting up & jed's burger again. I had a bite. it was really good. local burger, why aren't you open until 3 on thursdays again?
rob murphy. plus a good line of dialogue between jed & I (our conversations were pretty genius last night. stay tuned from more). jed: do we have any use for burger grease as an art material? liz: yes.
the incredibly creepy awful man who sat next to me, put his hand on my leg, said he remembered me from the co-op, made a stupid comment about my tattoo, & then stole some of our collage material. yuck.
to be continued, times one million. I filed an entire sketchbook last night. Look forward to my version of noise music, jesse&anna, my portrait of gabby, life advice from drinking & drawing, the john peter series & so much more.