Last night, as I discovered when I left work, was Culture Crawl in downtown Durham, a Thing which I suppose I have been semi-avoiding for several months. Partly because I feel bad abandoning Andrew in the studio thing, and partially because I have not been a mood to do much of anything as far as visual artwork in as many months, and seeing all the successful people at their openings is depressing. Yes, I am that petty, on occasion. Nonetheless, the Scrap Exchange was hosting the collage/assemblage work of a local lass named Rachel Goodwin (who I assume would not mind me pimping her work on my lj, though I've no link or anything) and had some music by the Wigg Report (Which really ought to be spelled Whig, to be more amusing), and a fellow with a guitar named Charles, who played amusing, folksy, quasi-political fare. Though it was quite good. All during this, one was given a stack of magazines, some cloth, some modge podge, and a large board to glue said items too. This was a very good way to de-stress after This Week of Wurk, which has been progressively more and more obnoxious, and which was continued today, as I was stressing over submitting the company's tax crap to the social security commission, and boggling over the unemployment tax forms. #2 and I got it more-or-less figured though. And that was a great goodness. And results in overtime pay, which is very very good.
Went to ringside after and hung with the lovely ghettonqueen
, who was tending bar, and my dear Master K, who was door-tending. FAME!'s anniversary party is tonight and silvarawilde
and I are on the guest list, but I do not think I need any more martinis, and I definately do not want to worry about finding a way home, as last night was tricksy enough as far as such was concerned, and resulted in one having to be out far later than one would have liked. Although there wasn't dancing last night and tonight there is likely to be.
Ah well. I can dance with cardboard boxes and packing tape, to Salome's Last Dance-- and Bloc Party, because it isn't like I don't have all the Bloc Party in the world on my hard drive. And thanks to my beloved marshalmeg
beaucoups d'Amélie les Crayons, aussi.
And we did go to the House today (with the assitance of the excellent stauffenberg
, who took many pictures with his digital camera), and survey what work needs to be done. Painting, mostly. Much painting, some minor repair to the back door, a shed, and the like. And getting the fireplace looked at properly, because Rabbits are obsessed with having proper working fireplaces.
And the bathtub in my bedroom is far, far too small, but we knew this. When rates are reasonable and finances are stable, you know the first home improvement project a Rabbit will engage in is the remodeling of bathrooms to accommidate excellent claw-foot tubs. In the meantime, the other one is reasonably decent. Ah, priorities.
So need a home depot card.
This has been your weekend update al azar
. As it were.