Happy Day of the Dead!!

I think Halloween went so well I'm going to keep celebrating it until at least the middle of November. So. There. In fact, I'm going to a post-Halloween ATPH gig and another party tonight. Woowoo!

Some Halloween highlights:

Painting and knitting and painting and getting things done for the coffeehouse.
Picking out my costume.
Buying candy.
Eating candy.
Making stuffed horse-head to stick onto Witch broom for Bent he Neighbor's costume. (The Wicked Witch of the Wild West. Yeehaw!)
Helping Peter with his kimono, hairpins and makeup. (The Wicked Witch of the Far East. Too cute!)
Taking pictures.
Skewering piled-up hair with curly willow branches. I am the Bride of the Trees!
Draping black scarf over twiggy head: am now the Widow of Trees.
Eat candy.
Help Jen with Zombie-cheerleader makeup. Make pom-poms out of white garbage bags. dump glitter on self. Try to get cat hair off self. Giggle.
Ride bus full of Halloweeners... Lots and lots of Zombies aboard. Braiiins....
Dancing and hanging out and schmoozing. Realize boots may be for walking but are not really made for standing. Sit quite a bit, bobbing head to music.
Eat candy.
Drink Red Bull.
Fend off various gropey people. What is it with this new club habit of getting WAAAAy too close to someone without even saying hello?
Duck a lot so twigs don't get stuck in streamers.
Dance with Death. Death is kinda grabby. I find excuse to wander off.
Jen and I try to catch a cab--no luck--wait in 7th Street Entry until Jen's bouncer boyfriend gets off work. We are amused and annoyed by drunken guy with glo-sticks--mostly annoyed.
Get home. Laboriously get sticks out of hair. Takes 20 minutes. Take long shampoo-filled shower. Fall asleep before head hits pillow....

So there you are...

Arty stuff...

I was getting artwork ready to travel and called the lady who's setting up the coffeehouse show.
A:"You know setup's tomorrow, don't you?"
Me:"Nooo, I didn't know that. I could have sworn you mentioned today being setup. That's okay though--when should I bring the art in?"
A: "We'd like to do it at close."
Me:"When do you close?"
A:*Mumble*
Me: "Sorry, I didn't catch that. When do you close again?"
A: "Midnight."
Me:"MIDNIGHT?!?! I can't do midnight on a Sunday!"
A: "Well, How about Tonight at close?"
Me: "Uhhh...I was invited to a party...Can we figure something out?"
A:" Give me your number, I'll talk to the owner and get back to you..."

This whole thing is making me really uncomfortable. I've put stuff up in coffeeshops all over town, and this is the first one to expect an after-close setup; especialy so late. When I wanted to do e-mails about the art going up and tried to include the other artist's last name (which I didn't know) A. told me she didn't know it either. She hasn't called me back yet, either. (Which doesn't suprise me; she's been really hard to reach through this whole thing; especially if she had something bad to tell me, like I've been backed up 4 months.)

I smell the possible stench of another coffee-house disaster looming.
If things get really unreasonable tomorrow, I think I'll just have to tell them to stuff it and forget about the whole thing. I don't need them to market my work. It'll suck having to cancel the Monday coffee-art night, but maybe I can think of something else clever. For now, though, it's on--and if that changes, I'll let people know right away.

Meanwhile I'm trying to relax a bit and get ready to go to the Loring Pasta bar...and then a party:)

The Good, the Bad, the Spoooky...

Cynnerth sent me the coolest little book, in return for a set of handwarmers and some lavender oil..."Baby's First Mythos" by C.J. and Erica Henderson...

Here's a little sample:

L is for H.P. Lovecraft,
the father of all modern horror,
who created the Mythos after just 2 years of marriage,
Wheras most of us would've needed at least 4.

I is for Innsmouth,
A Hell of a town,
Where the people wear Gold,
and are quite hard to drown.

G is for Gol-Goroth,
Who lives where it's cold as December,
Who is worshipped by Shantaks but is also forgotten,
For reasons I cannot remember.

Thanks, Cyn!!! I've always wanted my own book of Lovecraftian nursery rhymes!!!
*Hugs book and sighs rapturously*