I actually had a really nice weekend, probably because I literally didn't do any work and lazed about in bed and in front of the television and at restaurants. It was really nice. Nice. I think I already said nice. Last night was so nice, we went out for dinner and drinks and we had cocktails later and it was weird, but I had this moment when I was drinking a cocktail with everyone and we were having some conversation about something civilized and I looked around and I thought "Oh my god, I'm an adult.", like, I looked at the people I was talking to and it seemed so - not sophisticated, but ADULT. Suddenly we'd all gotten really articulate and were talking about world issues and sipping $18 drinks. It was sort of nice. I always forget that my friends are really smart and can whip up an intellectual conversation, because we always laugh about stupid shit and have dumb jokes.
Other stuff that I did on the weekend included getting breakfast cooked for me, TWICE, which was so adult and luxurious, sleeeeeping in until a million o'clock, laughing, walking great distances in inappropriate shoes, lying on gallery floors, getting carried out of burning buildings - the usual. You can't tell that I'm really stressed, but I'll worry about it later, I'm living a life of luxuries - little luxuries, but luxuries nonetheless. (This is not an ad for whatever that company is that has that dumb slogan)
|Hey, this is me in the mirror. Oh my god. This is what I wore to the adult dinner and drinks last night.|
|I feel happy because my painting is now a part of the Knight Street Art Space/Louis Mason's art collection and takes pride of place on his mantle.|
The 'FUCK' painting is by Nellie Reinhard and the camouflage painting is by Phoebe Clarke.
|Sweet Joni from Saskatoon|