FIRST Friday. I went by myself last night in an effort to just spend some time with myself and wander around. I started the night, though, at my office’s monthly karaoke party, which honestly turned out to be a huge mistake. I left karaoke about an hour and a half after I should have, leaving me stuck in traffic and desperately looking for a place to park downtown when I finally got to the festival.
I did rock two songs from my standard repertoire at karaoke (Joan Jett – “I Love Rock and Roll” and Blondie – “One Way or Another”), but really…I ended up not giving myself enough time where I really wanted it and I am a little disappointed.
I was lucky enough to find a parking spot (not anywhere NEAR my usual place). I walked over to the Arts Factory first. I wanted to stop in to see an artist whose work has recently caught my eye (it’s very dark and much more powerful in person than online. the characters literally seem to be staring at you wanting your soul. slightly un-nerving) and to use the bathroom…porta-potties are scary and the Arts Factory has actual toilets to use. I was minding my own business, waiting for the crosswalk sign to change, when I hear: “Hey! Southern Belle.” He introduced himself as JR and as soon as I said “Yes”, when he asked me if I was there alone, I regretted it. He offered to buy me a drink and I declined, saying that I was just there for the ladies’ room. He laughed at me and said that he would see me around and that I needed to stop and see his friend who was playing the guitar around the corner. I didn’t plan on it, seeing as though I am not much into ghetto fabulous with gold chains, smooth come-ons, and bling. “Oh shit” was what I mouthed when I spotted them on the sidewalk on my way into the heart of crowd…but I saw them too late. There was no avoiding it. “This one is entitled Southern Belle! Just for you!”. JR was laying it on thick. I told him I had a man and that I wasn’t giving him my number. Regardless of JR’s lack of tact, his friend was talented. I was willing to put up with JR to listen to his music for a minute. He had CDs on sale for $2, which really is a steal, considering I can’t get a good coffee for that price. He assured me it was enjoyable…just acoustic guitar that he composed himself…no singing, no screaming, no rock n roll…just light, chill music. I got one. I listened to it at home later last night with a beer while I was going through some pictures. It was everything he promised.
Mike had told me about a booth that he had come across with a guy that illustrates these cards with sarcastic, hilarious cartoons on them. I fell in love with them. I picked up a couple for Mike, then headed over to Cornerstone Gallery to see my friends’ artwork. It was a circus theme. Here are some examples of the amazing work they did.
|This one was my favorite.|
|This was so creative. My friends from Red Handed Tattoo Gallery.|
I didn’t get pictures of them all. There were a few others that I really liked and am thinking of purchasing. I hung out with a few friends for a bit outside the gallery. I had to get home at a decent time to relieve my mother of her babysitting duties, so sticking around and going downtown when I was invited was out of the question. I really wish I had had more time to walk around and enjoy myself without the constraint of a schedule. Maybe another time. I really did enjoy my night alone, though, and relaxing with a beer, the windows open, and some guitar was the perfect ending.
Tonight, the kids and I are going to a BBQ. It’s that time of year again…beer, good food, friends, and jacuzzi! I can’t wait. It seems like forever since I’ve just kicked back with friends and enjoyed an evening together.