2013-04-29, 11:30 PM
Let's talk about my weekend. I went to a ceramic arts conference that was hosted at UC Davis, by the artist John Natsoulas. Lemme break it down in a small play by play.
Friday: Woke up and left at 6 AM, arrived at UC Davis by 2:30 PM. Hung around our gallery space, check out some other schools, and began to feel underdeveloped as a ceramic artist, but also VERY inspired. Got a free pint of Old Rasputin because it was the end of the tap, drank some other random beers, went to another bar, and had a beer that was stronger and better tasting than Old Rasputin, went to the hotel room drunk and went to bed.
Saturday: Woke up earlier than usual (happens when I drink), checked out a lecture by an artist and got even more inspired. Caught a second lecture by an 75 year old Puerto Rican woman that we were hanging out with before, and inspiration grew even more. Check out more galleries, kept getting awed by the work, and found some techniques I want to explore. By 6:30 PM, I got myself two margaritas, and one vodka martini, and then we headed out to a private party at this mansion owned by John Natsoulas. Watched the 75 year old Puerto Rican woman dance to 'moves like jagger", watched people start skinny dipping in a pool surrounds by at least 250 people. And I found out that if I hold my pee for long enough, I will hurt my back to an extremely painful degree.
Sunday; woke up, checked out of the hotel, and saw the last of the gallery spaces I hadnt seen yet. At 2 PM, we began taking down our gallery space, and by 3:30 PM, we were on the road back home, and arrived home at 9:45 PM.
Now, on Sunday night, as well, I talked to my ex friend with benefits, and found out she wasnt really mad at me. I kinda talked to her about my feelings towards her and kind of asked her out, and she didnt turn me down, but just said she was looking for a relationship at the moment :\ Any how, one thing led to another, and we ended up back in my room. So, yeah...
Friday: Woke up and left at 6 AM, arrived at UC Davis by 2:30 PM. Hung around our gallery space, check out some other schools, and began to feel underdeveloped as a ceramic artist, but also VERY inspired. Got a free pint of Old Rasputin because it was the end of the tap, drank some other random beers, went to another bar, and had a beer that was stronger and better tasting than Old Rasputin, went to the hotel room drunk and went to bed.
Saturday: Woke up earlier than usual (happens when I drink), checked out a lecture by an artist and got even more inspired. Caught a second lecture by an 75 year old Puerto Rican woman that we were hanging out with before, and inspiration grew even more. Check out more galleries, kept getting awed by the work, and found some techniques I want to explore. By 6:30 PM, I got myself two margaritas, and one vodka martini, and then we headed out to a private party at this mansion owned by John Natsoulas. Watched the 75 year old Puerto Rican woman dance to 'moves like jagger", watched people start skinny dipping in a pool surrounds by at least 250 people. And I found out that if I hold my pee for long enough, I will hurt my back to an extremely painful degree.
Sunday; woke up, checked out of the hotel, and saw the last of the gallery spaces I hadnt seen yet. At 2 PM, we began taking down our gallery space, and by 3:30 PM, we were on the road back home, and arrived home at 9:45 PM.
Now, on Sunday night, as well, I talked to my ex friend with benefits, and found out she wasnt really mad at me. I kinda talked to her about my feelings towards her and kind of asked her out, and she didnt turn me down, but just said she was looking for a relationship at the moment :\ Any how, one thing led to another, and we ended up back in my room. So, yeah...