Vanilla Sky

David: Do you remember what you told me once? That every 

passing minute is a another chance to turn it all around. 

Sofía: I'll find you again. 

David: I'll see you in another life... when we are both cats. 

Barnes&Drama

It's been quite the eventful evening here at the Barnes&Noble.  Cell phone conversations can result in bad break-ups, finding Jesus, and who to steer clear of next year at summer camp.

 Thinking I was safe amongst the war novels (who reads those?) but dangerously close to the Ladies bathroom, I encountered a nasty break-up.  I didn't catch her name, as she wasn't speaking in the third person, but this Brian character did not get the hint. She must have repeated twenty times that she was sleep deprived, and if you love someone you let them go! Dammit! 

And the gentleman on the telephone in the next isle was just as  aggravated with the individual on the other end. "It's not like a Quija board, you have to ask Jesus what pages you need to go to.  Not just open the book and pick a page."  I'm thinking he was reforming a Quija Board using wizard to Christianity.

Though this final conversation didn't take place via cell phone, but rather two girls passing, "He was a real player at camp." I can't help but wonder what kind of character this cat is the other 51 weeks of the year. 

Pass The Pastels, and Pour The Wine

My best friend, Claude... The Dog Bounty Hunter (A nick-name bestowed upon him by my Step-Father) was given said nick-name when he flew to Denver to drive back to Alabama with me. It has a ring to it, this I can admit, but it does cause a bit of alarm in my book.  Am I the convict on the run?

Moving along, Claude and I signed up for this art class at the art museum for Thursday nights.  Divulging the truth here, the title is what caught my eye. "Sip N Sketch" If only my art teacher in high school had supplied us with wine, I undoubtedly would have been an A+ student.

   

It was a very therapeutic evening. Claude "The Dog Bounty Hunter" is a natural born artist, and has some pretty amazing work.  Once I unshackled my intimidation of the other students, I picked up those pastels and found my muse amongst the still life table

Edvard Munch's The Scream

Buckling down

And letting the pastel chalk do its 'thang. 

Once the Bounty Hunter found his still life muse

Borrowing my 9th grade math teacher's mantra when he needed me back in my own seat, Claude "focused like a laser" 

I'll just go ahead and toot both of our horns. I see frames in the near future of these masterpiece's lives.