Gosh! I’ve been feeling so blah and lazy lately. All I’ve been in the mood to do is party and sleep. Shame on me for letting my inner Pinkie Pie overtake my productivity…again!

I’m sure I’ll snap out of it soon, but if anybody has a lighter to go under my Prentass, please let me borrow it.

I had a fabulous weekend with Joie Brown and our friends during a bridal shower & bachelorette party extravaganza. I totally dominated in that shower game where you can’t say certain words (like bride, wedding, etc), and then the girls had margaritas (and Mexican food, too). Then we were off to Sips ‘N Strokes (or what I call “Dribbles ‘n Scribbles) to party and paint, before heading home for penis cake (that Joie and I decorated). Then Sunday was a boat party day with Joie. What’s more exciting than one Pinkie Pie? Two! We had a blast. I miss her already.

I originally was dreading Sips ‘N Strokes because I’m a perfectionist that can’t paint/draw, which is a bad combo. Fortunately, this particular evening involved an abstract, multi-meduim painting in which the instructor gave us a background color and some tips before letting us go wild. Now, I know most people there were expecting the traditional, step-by-step experience and were like “What the crap? I have to be creative!? Sh*t.” I, on the other hand, was like “You’re going to give me alcohol, glitter, magazine clippings, rhinestones, splatter paint and complete freedom?! Woot! Bring it!” Needless to say, we had a blast, and everybody’s painting was different.  For instance:

Clearly, seriousness is not my forte...

Yeah. I went Lolcat style on mine, and you know you love it. The teacher and the drunk girls from across the classroom sure as hell did. I know this painting has moved you to tears with it’s depth, sense of meaning and cat in a spaceship. It’s a masterpiece!

Another thing that inspired me this week was this article on NPR about a dude who quit his job and started selling poems along the sidewalks of San Francisco. Wow! Self publishing is one thing, but I never thought about taking my poetry to the streets, like a homeless person or a street performer. What a grand idea!

Joie also loved this, and we agreed if we weren’t 2,600 miles away from each other we would totally do this on weekends together. Then I said “Dude, we could do this remotely on the internet, like on Etsy or Ebay or something.” Basically, a client would provide a concept and a price. Then Joie and I would make it happen. For example, the client could say “I want something about switchblades and graham crackers.” Then, Joie

My freaking hero...maybe I should quit my job and...

would draw a switchblade made of graham cracker stabbing a marshmallow that bleeds chocolate, and I would write a poem about the dangers of s’mores. The client would be so pleased that he/she would flood our Paypal accounts with money. The End.

In all seriousness though, if you would buy this service, let me know. Joie and I giggled like this was unrealistic and would never work, but I know we both secretly believe in it, like unicorns and the Tooth Fairy. This could be the start of a beautiful business!