Kids say the darndest things!

well, they do! but- you thought this was going to be a post about the latest Maddi-ism? no way. that kid is hilarious, but today is all about me. actually it's not... I've worked everyday this week (just like all the other regular adults out there, how terribly depressing!) and I haven't got enough "me time" (remember that from camp? that hour in the afternoon where we were supposed to write letters and read books but was really just an excuse for the counselors to take a nap or a quick shot of whiskey?). anyhow, I have missed yoga, and my sanity! sort of. being with the kids is great, it's just being with the kids all day and then coming home to stare at InDesign on my computer screen for 4 more hours that is not so great on the brain, or the eyeballs.

my point is this (and you thought I didn't have one! you were probably right.) I have such a bad habit of saying dumb things to strangers! I went to this opening at a gallery last night, where Michael's new, cute, sweet, southern! boyfriend works, and the art was amazing (the wine wasn't half bad either, teehee!) Brent introduced me to the artist, and I opened with a typical "nice to meet you, your show is great, your art is fantastic!" or some reasonable facsimile of that. he thanked me for coming, wherein I promptly thanked him for.... painting. how dumb is that? so dumb, in fact, that I immediately blurted out "wow that sounded really dumb," as if he couldn't decide that for himself. I always do this though, I go and say something inane and then I immediately point out how dumb I sounded, making myself sound even dumber. dumb and dumber. geez.

well, regardless, the show was super cool- the artist did these absolutely mesmerizing paintings on geometrical blocks of wood that basically gave you this incredible "magic eye" sense of perspective, but kind of backwards- like your eye would see something receding but that corner would actually be painted on a protruding block of wood. it was super trippy- god help the poor soul who came to that show on drugs! unfortunately, the cheapest work was in the low 5-figures (as if the word "low" can even go in the same sentance as "5-figures") the highest price tag? I think somewhere around $80,000. the artist was this old, eccentric gay man in a white suit who probably only tolerated talking to me at all because Brent had sold so much of his work, but I was "art-struck" anyways.

I don't have much else to report, I have been working lots and feel like there's so much on my plate! but it's a good thing, because I am one million times happier right now than I was a year ago. though I do miss you so! oh and I went out for good Thai with that guy- the food was fantastic but I smelled crazy all over him! it was fun though- afterwards I met Carolina in Brooklyn for an electro-rock show thing that was wildly amusing and the venue even played hip hop and old Motown in between acts so I could shake it for a bit. damn does shakin it feel good! I also shook it the next night on the Ryan Montbleau booze cruise (yippee!) and the night after at Water Taxi Beach (shoes off, sand on). who knew you could have so much fun not going anywhere for Labor Day?

I was going to ask you how yours was, but then I realized that it wasn't Labor Day in France. c'est la vie... I'm sure things are going swimmingly for you anyways and I can't wait to hear all about your terribly exciting adventures!

xoxoxoBon