MY WEEKEND STARTS EARLY AND BY WEEKEND I MEAN IT’S VACAY TIME KIDDOS, IN A FEW SHORT HOURS I BOARD MY FLIGHT AND THEN I’M OFF TO SOUTHERN FRANCE FOR TEN DAYS OF WINE FUELED COUNTRYSIDE PAINTING. I HAVE A DRIVER MEETING ME AT THE TRAIN STATION, MUSEUM TICKETS ARE WAITING AT THE HOTEL, AND WHEN I WALK INTO THE MOULIN ROUGE A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE WILL BE AT THE TABLE. TO MY FELLOW PGPERS: MAKE ME PROUD WHILE I’M GONE. GET HYPED.
My only success this weekend was scoring a chicks number and her texting me how attractive I am. She was pretty and funny, and I’m still meeting up with her to go bar hopping, but as a straight chick I’m really questioning how this keeps happening. (My only defense, I also accidentally befriended three really old drunk guys).
Honest to TheRealJesus, I’m scared to death this weekend will prove a failure for selling my work. Art isn’t an easy business to be in and my last two venues weren’t ideal for closing. The timing of this article is giving me minor Scaries.
Today is final prep for some pieces, wiring and sealant. Tomorrow is the reception for my work at a local winery, gonna sell some paintings and drink some vino. Should close a couple grand. Cheers to little victories!
Also reread the series recently. Totally worth it. Will, your writing style has definitely improved. Also thank you for not leaving as many cliffhangers recently, because it was a bitch.
Might have accidentally got drunk and slept with a friend’s ex over the weekend, gotta reevaluate all of my life choices while pretending to count shit today.
Word to the wise if you’ve never tried them: take off your watch/rings before you start, don’t wear anything you would be sad to have stains on, and of you wear contacts for the love of everything take them out beforehand. Enjoy though, I’ll miss them this season!
Tomorrow night is ladies night at work, or at least one of my coworkers is turning 40 and has decided we need to go out dancing to celebrate. This could be fun, but I think no one will look at me the same after this. Gonna get sloshed and dance like a 10 is watching me.
A photo of me plein air painting in Centennial was posted on the Parthenon FB page, my work is about to sell out from under my fingers. This is what glory tastes like (a mix of lead paint and mercury). My name will be in textbooks, baby. Just you wait.
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MY WEEKEND STARTS EARLY AND BY WEEKEND I MEAN IT’S VACAY TIME KIDDOS, IN A FEW SHORT HOURS I BOARD MY FLIGHT AND THEN I’M OFF TO SOUTHERN FRANCE FOR TEN DAYS OF WINE FUELED COUNTRYSIDE PAINTING. I HAVE A DRIVER MEETING ME AT THE TRAIN STATION, MUSEUM TICKETS ARE WAITING AT THE HOTEL, AND WHEN I WALK INTO THE MOULIN ROUGE A BOTTLE OF CHAMPAGNE WILL BE AT THE TABLE. TO MY FELLOW PGPERS: MAKE ME PROUD WHILE I’M GONE. GET HYPED.
Exactly! Will, enough cliffhangers, tell us what happens!
THREE DAYS TIL VACAY. THREE DAYS TIL VACAY. THREE DAYS TIL VACAY. LETS DO THIS!
My only success this weekend was scoring a chicks number and her texting me how attractive I am. She was pretty and funny, and I’m still meeting up with her to go bar hopping, but as a straight chick I’m really questioning how this keeps happening. (My only defense, I also accidentally befriended three really old drunk guys).
Honest to TheRealJesus, I’m scared to death this weekend will prove a failure for selling my work. Art isn’t an easy business to be in and my last two venues weren’t ideal for closing. The timing of this article is giving me minor Scaries.
Today is final prep for some pieces, wiring and sealant. Tomorrow is the reception for my work at a local winery, gonna sell some paintings and drink some vino. Should close a couple grand. Cheers to little victories!
PGPM.
Also reread the series recently. Totally worth it. Will, your writing style has definitely improved. Also thank you for not leaving as many cliffhangers recently, because it was a bitch.
*Never give up, never surrender. By Grabthar’s hammer you need to fucking do better.
Might have accidentally got drunk and slept with a friend’s ex over the weekend, gotta reevaluate all of my life choices while pretending to count shit today.
In Nashvegas, no idea what to do while I’m here – send help or booze
At least your birthday isn’t on black friday
Word to the wise if you’ve never tried them: take off your watch/rings before you start, don’t wear anything you would be sad to have stains on, and of you wear contacts for the love of everything take them out beforehand. Enjoy though, I’ll miss them this season!
MANAGEMENT AGREED TO INSTALL A SNACK MACHINE IN THE BREAK ROOM AND ITS DUE TO ARRIVE THIS WEEK, LETS GET DOWN TO BUSINESS BITCHES
Tomorrow night is ladies night at work, or at least one of my coworkers is turning 40 and has decided we need to go out dancing to celebrate. This could be fun, but I think no one will look at me the same after this. Gonna get sloshed and dance like a 10 is watching me.
Mom’s (taco) spaghetti. Is it Italian? Is it Mexican? The world may never know.
A photo of me plein air painting in Centennial was posted on the Parthenon FB page, my work is about to sell out from under my fingers. This is what glory tastes like (a mix of lead paint and mercury). My name will be in textbooks, baby. Just you wait.
Fried bologna on a grilled cheese with a glass of milk. I’m trying this thing where I eat what’s in the fridge.
Finally! Welcome back man, Monday is officially looking up.
Might have just spat coffee all over my paint