random weekday weekend recap.

Forgive me; it's been awhile, so this might be a longer post.

Life has been an odd mix lately. Some of it really sad, some blah, some wonderful, some brilliant, some stupid fun. So much of it has gone undocumented, which is sometimes really nice. It makes you feel as though you're really in the moment. You're just living, and it feels good.

That said, I had a fantastic weekend, and so I'm going to blab about it now. There's too much to write it all out, so I'll just give the highlights, list style.

• vintage dress shopping, 2 lovely new additions to my closet (that is, admittedly, overstuffed, but will soon be a problem of the past due to the fact that k and I signed the lease for our new place. 2 rooms! a garage! so many places for me to put awesome stuff!)
• okay, back to list
• music show at a converted house turned art gallery
• double rainbows and drinking in the alley behind a church (sounds odd, and I suppose it was, but, well, you had to be there)
• really cheap dive bar drinks/watching a friend own at pinball
• being with people I like
• waffles and strawberries with handmade whipped cream courtesy of k
• walking downtown in search of grilled sandwich/Comic Con madness. finding both + beer
• yacht rocking at neighborhood bar with friends
• afterparty at friends/newly super close neighbors amazing new place
• waking up early for coffee and Comic Con
• COMIC CON, which is overwhelming and intense, but so fun and awesome
• k indulging me by helping me stalk felicia day, getting to see her in person, then running as fast as we could back to the independent area (the only place to be)
• pool party
• another party at which there was delicious food, talented musician friends, an epic pie fight and piano sing along. too good.

My favorite thing about this weekend though, was finding these people:
First, Los Angeles artist Ken Garduno, from whom I bought the print used for this poster (sans text):


I looove his stuff, and was so happy I stumbled upon him (he had a booth near my friend's, so that made it easy).




He was really friendly, and if I were less shy of strangers, I would have chatted with him longer.

Next, I found (and bought) the thought-provoking, gorgeous, biting, brilliant book The Selves by artist Sonja Ahlers. I drank the whole thing in the second I opened it, and was so amazed how much she could say with limited text and images.





And on that note, it's time to go.

Life without context: