Most importantly, why do I not own a coat like this?

Secondly, the art show went pretty well.  The usual mix of amusingly pretentious people and the occasional INSANE woman (who wants me to make a bunch of Evil Eye bracelets for all her friends, in red, to keep the bad energy from entering the left side of their bodies–ooookay).  As always the stuff I think will totally sell didn’t, but enough other stuff sold, so that’s good.

It’s still cold here.  I’m sure I’ll be saying that for months, but it’s not crack-ass fucking hell cold, so I’m good with that.

I’m wearing one of the scarves the lovely joyfulgirl41 made for me.  Both of which are awesome.  But not as awesome as the signed Hank III poster she sent me today (with his phone number written on the back, yeah I got good friends).

K and I spent most of the art show chatting with the fabulous gay boys who indubitably thought we were lesbians.  We can’t escape it.  Then we came home and celebrated with red wine and Krystal.  Yeah, classy as fuck.  Nothing says high class like mini hamburgers and wine.  Wine bought at the liquor store where the other patrons told us about how the next liquor store down the block was almost robbed last night, but the owner beat fuck out of the would be robber.  Ah, East Nashville, we love your clever mix of crackheads and hipsters.

I am tired.  I might actually go to bed before midnight. Mark your calenders, my babies, this might actually be the first sign of the coming apocalypse.

I leave you with a song that make my heart ache in the same way a perfect sunset over the ocean or a spectacular mountain view does: Northwest Passage – Stan Rogers (click to download).