Happy birthday America! Is it bad that we celebrated by eating French cheese? Oh well. I’ve been such an idiot lately. My camera settings were all out of tune so my photos have been overly saturated and pink whenever I take indoor shots. This makes editing them in a pain in the ass and makes everyone look sunburned. Well now I definitely know better.
We had a small gathering to celebrate the big 4. Beer, cheese, crackers, jumbo hot dogs, and some of Chau’s delicious homemade strawberry shortcake. I’ve been completely obsessed over this new blog, Kinfolk. It speaks to the heart of me. A good meal, good conversation, and friends gathered together. I need more of these. I think I’ll plan a dinner soon, I haven’t seen some of my friends in so long.
Met up with some old friends, Camilo and Nathalie, for some margaritas and art tonight. I can’t believe it’s been almost two years already. Time goes by too quickly. We spent some time at the CAMH to check out a new exhibition by Marc Swanson. The ongoing exhibit by Stan VanDerBeek will also be up for another week so you should really check it out. His collage work in video and mixed media is really inspiring. It was refreshing to be able to snap photos in a museum setting without guards chasing you down. Afterwards, we grabbed drinks at our local favorite, Poison Girl. Two good things you can get at Poison girl, a pretty decent dark & stormy and goldfish in a bowl.
A quick getaway from all the Photoshopping work I’ve been hunkered down with yesterday night. I met up a few friends at a bar to support a local blues band from NOLA and to enjoy some time off from the computer screen. The beef tacos with sweetly roasted onions was just the thing I needed.
The highway sprawl in Houston seems boundless and ridiculously agitating during traffic hours, but sometimes when you’re on the road, especially during sunset or really late in the evening when there are only a few cars that share the road with you, the drive is not so bad at all.
I was driving to a friend’s house all the way in Pearland the other night. It was around nine or ten o’clock. This song came on my ipod. And before I go on I should really tell you that I have music A.D.D and normally don’t finish listening to songs in its entirety, but this particular song was so beautiful and I just ended up listening to it over and over all through that long drive. Do you know? Is it me? Or does it always feel like you’re going uphill when you’re driving south in Houston towards downtown. When you reach that ramp near McKinney and Allenparkway, the downtown skyline kind of explodes in your face around the bend, especially on clear nights and there aren’t that many cars on the freeway. The horns came on and I was transcended to this scene where this lonely figure stood blowing his horn atop this hill overlooking this magical place that only Hiyao Miyazaki could have imagined. It was melancholy and grand and romantic and eerie….I don’t want to say that it was the blasting AC because it’ll just ruin this beautiful scene I’ve just set up for you, but I had goosebumps.
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