You know it’s going to be a good day when, after realizing your coffee has run out the guy makes you an Americano which is mostly espresso. *DING*I’MAWAKEYESYESHELLO. Hi.

So I’ve spent the week in the company of Magpie, David, Libby, Molly, Nathan, Kristen, and Cristobat. We’ve been hanging stuff for Anachrotechnofetishism. Perching on ladders, hitting things with hammers, dropping staple guns (sorry guys), posting flyers (“that is the longest damn word I’ve ever seen”), calling people, sending e-mails, herding cats, eating amazing food, having lots of conversations, spray painting Buddy the Torso in back alleyways of questionable repute. It’s been great to be surrounded by such competent and passionate people, and I’m glad to be able to help them out (I’m a helper!). But by last night, we were fried. David and Libby had been shouting “CONAN! WHAT IS BEST IN LIFE?” at random moments throughout the week. But, given my general lack of pop culture knowledge, I didn’t really get it.

After we had finished up at the gallery, we meandered up Pike, plastered flyers in our wake. We picked up the fixin’s for David-made corn dogs (from scratch. zomg. And jalapeno relish). We picked up juice. A very lovely bottle of tequila. And Conan. Both of them.

he’s oiled up and ready to go, ladies and gents. he’s also a governor!

I still do not have a firm grasp of the plot. In fact, I’m not sure there is one. But there were lots of mostly naked chicks (“so wait, he covers her up and then rapes her?! That makes no sense!”), swords, and snakes. I’m still not sure wtf is up with the snakes.
It was not the booze that kept distracting me from the plot, as many might assume. No, it was the semi-constant feminist discussion that Magpie and David were having (“Conan ’bout to get some! Would you two watch for a minute?” “…so I think feminism on the East Coast is different than out here because..” “GUYS! REALLY!”). Also the pauses for smoke breaks (which I did not partake in), hair fixing, and musical interludes. And Venn Diagrams and Scattergrams, of course. I mean really.

I suppose the end point is that life is rad and you all should come to the art show tonight. There will be chocolate and tea and pretty people and music and I hear there’s even neat-o art. So yes. Kbye. (coffee.)