I have this new little routine where I might stop and have a lunch and read a mag at the pub acrtss the street from the grocery store.
So, I've got the fabulous Made To Stick:Why Some Ideas Survive and Others Die with me and I order a coffee and a snack and set down to read for a few minutes on the way home. This book by the way is awesome. Quick easy and very inspiring. Next thing I know these three gentlemen settle in next to me. They don't want to sit by the window, and I say "oh you skipping work?" And we begin to chat...one of them quite taken by my book and we all discuss the wonderful jacket design.
They weren't skipping work, see I am a smart ass, just avoiding the bright sunlight in pursuit of talk and eyecontact comfort. We just had the most delightful conversation, I passed out my art cards for my blog and one of the fellows gave me his website...so here it is:Gio Stories maybe I amde some new buddies at the neighbourhood pub...fun!
Um, I got home and I don't have any milk. However I did get jalepeno, culbanelle and other chilis, mushrooms, red pepper, onions and celery to make with ground beef and steak a huge pot of chili. Oops. Well at least I got a loaf of bread for Stagg's lunch.
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I make friends in pubs but usually forget who they are by the time I've come out
ha ha 4Dins...well, see, I made up some postcards with some art work and my blog address, and I write down their names. I did in fact have a drink or two with these fine fellows ha ha! But not too many to forget!
Those weren't friends... It's the Feds, and thery're on to your little scheme, Missy. They're keeping an eye on your subversive writings, so you'd best be on the lookout!
Or maybe they were new friends.
Heh, these guys were so funny. * they were very knowledgeable guys, one is a Vietnam vet and I asked him some advice about starting up street gallery and art program at Walter Reed or in Iraq. Very interesting stuff.
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