I think I'm finally over the trip. It didn't work the way it was supposed to, but I think I'm almost ready to look at the photos again. They will be on Flickr soon, Emily, don't you worry.
By the way, for those of you in or near San Francisco this Friday evening, the JCCSF is having another Open House thingy. A few of my new ceramic monsters are in it, there will be wine and nibblies, and some actually good stuff to look at. Here's a link to the event on Facebook for those of you who can see it. Otherwise, shoot me an email if you want details.
In other news, what is it about hot weather that brings out the weird in people?
It's been a while since I've gone to a bar alone to watch a game. But I was up early-ish yesterday (thank you, jerk of an upstairs neighbor ... thank you and your damn loud vacuum on my ceiling), the weather was pleasant, and it was game 3 of the first round of the NHL playoffs. I'd already missed the first two, and the Sharks had lost both, so I figured maybe it was my fault that they were playing so poorly — I was being a bad fan by not watching the games.
Still not sure if that was a good idea.
Oh, the Sharks won (apparently, the losses were my fault), so I suppose it was worth it in that sense. But a girl, alone in a bar, watching hockey, wearing a skirt on a nice evening? Apparently that screams "I am bored so please hit on me and buy me a drink".
No one ever randomly buys me a drink. Well, okay, once or twice it's happened. But two in a two-hour period? I'm not trying to boast here or anything — I know that, while not hideous, I'm never the prettiest girl in the room (even when I'm the only girl) — and in fact it was kind of creepy the second time around. The first guy was amusing, in a drunken loser sort of way. The second guy, though, barely spoke English enough to understand I was being honest when I said, No, I am going to work in a couple minutes so I can't have another drink. He bought me one, anyway. (I didn't drink it.)