gfrancie | what to do! (Reply)

In the Pacific Place Mall there is a piece of art (at least I hope it is art) that is a sort of of vertical piece of glass that has red splatters painted on it. They are various shades of red and they look a bit like lightning only more random. For some particular reason this reminds me of a painting I once saw on a field trip in high school. I did Yearbook (a horrifying thought in some respects) and when we would have a bit of slack time after getting a portion of the book edited and sent out to the publishers our adviser would take us on field trips to slightly interesting places. One time we went to a printery and they showed us all the cool advances that were being made in the use of color within printing and how refined it was becoming. Another time we went to the gallery that was owned by the Father of my brother's best friend. (The gallery owner died a few years ago in a rather tragic manner) The gallery owner was an amazing artist who also showed a number of fascinating artists. I recall one painting that was a concentration of blues that was of a forest and a clearing was near by. It was strangely light-filled despite the fact that it was so dark. But the painting that reminds of the one in the Mall was again a vertical piece of glass and it was slighty broken/smashed and red paint streaked down from that broken spot and the piece was entitled "Menstruation".
I admit I giggled when I saw the piece in the Mall. I thought to myself, "I wonder if they know if they have a heavily vaginal metaphor next to Cartier."

More wedding planning today. I had a nice long chat with the wine guy about amazing deals he can help me with. (I have known this guy since I was a kid) I got a message from the pre-cana person and we can get into this one weekend thing that will take care of everything in one fell swoop. (usually it takes six to eight months to get into one of these damn things so I got lucky when I emailed him and begged like a sad bride) Mr. Jenner took care of a bunch of details thus winning his title of "personal rock star".
I found a cheapish flight for my brother the poor actor to take so he can come out for the wedding. More cheerful Rsvps and alot of adding up of numbers. It is hilarious how certain things will cost more money. But so far we are still under budget. RAWR.

I need a big ol' drink.