PERMANENT LIPSTICK by Ginger Knoxx
Hot, hot sweltering heat. I'm sick to death of it. If I wanted this kind of heat I'd live in Texas. Those without a lot of pigment to their skin are especially dismayed by all of this freakin' sun. Let's face it - nobody looks good coated in shiny, dare I say greasy, sunscreen. So it's burn, baby, burn or oil it up. Either way - ouch and yuck. I feel like a wilted flower.
WEDNESDAY, July 19
Tempest Lounge again. You know I can't stay away for long, dahhhlings! The Italian and I arrived a tad early to enjoy dinner before the crew of mad (and I mean crazy mad in the best way possible) artists descended and claimed the patio for the entire night to celebrate James Hume's birthday (that devil). Gifts included an inflatable girlfriend with her mouth sealed shut (no back talk), boob cards, a naked girly figurine, and well - you get the theme of the party. The Eklunds shared their love along with The Benders (fabulous as always) and Film Club Jon, who introduced me to real live visiting the United States Scotsman Tom who swears the only to place to get a decent pint (meaning Guinness, of course) is at Doyle's. Hogbot Jim, Robcat, Sweet Pea, Mr. Gorgeous (the wannabe pirate), Houston, Olsen and Mr. Campbell all enjoyed a good excuse to gather and cocktail it up. Even TAFA was represented when Nordlund and his lovely wife dropped in.
THURSDAY, July 20
The Art Roll vs. The Art Walk, also known as being chauffeured to Tacoma's Third Thursday Art Walk destinations vs. driving/walking/parking yourself. The Roll is better because it allows you to fully appreciate the variety of wines offered at each gallery or art space while you fully appreciate the art on display. Secondly, parking is not an issue because The Roll simply flicks on the hazards and double-parks while you disembark to ooh and aah inside said galleries (sip, sip). And lastly, The Roll is better because you can go to galleries you have never been to before due to lack of initiative in getting directions (sip, sip, sip). The Roll, The Roll, The Roll. I love The Roll. Special thanks to Embellish Salon (who dreamed up this killer way to experience Third Thursday), Glimpse, Loyalty Clothing and our tour guide with the unnecessary, but oh-so-necessary megaphone: Juicy Julie, what a delight you are!
FRIDAY, July 21
First, I went to the grand opening of Sixth Avenue Art Gallery right across from House of Records. The small space is well used, and the owners, Kelly and Mary Jo Creso, were both so nice and fun, even in the dreadful heat, doling out Italian icees to lick on between sips of fab mango white wine from Vino Aquino. Yum. More Hogbot Jim and Linda. Never can see too much of them. Conversation really is an art in itself. And now for a completely different art opening, Critical Line on St. Helens was young, intelligent and flirty in vibe and appearance, but borderline art snob (double gasp). The appetizers on trays being served by charming hip kids were a nice touch. I particularly loved putting my head in one of Anna Oxygen's boxes, but could not get the full effect due to conflicting music/sounds coming from two sources. Lovely Lisa made brief inspiring comments before dashing back up the street.
SATURDAY, July 22
Olympia's Lakefair was packed with sweaty people. Now these are not your average body moisture glistening folks. These are Oly kids. Evergreen wrecks who didn't go home for the summer. Unwashed, hemp necklace wearing shuffling footers. Walking patchouli-bombs (this is why I started grabbing lavender off of live plants and clutching the fragrance under my nose). Way more waist high children under 10 than there were at Tacoma's Freedom Fair, and we all know how well I handle that. Refuge was sought in dimly lit bar lounge after cocktail serving restaurant - looking for that perfect mellow buzz. Was it found? I can't remember, so I'm going to go with SURPASSED and leave it at that.
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