Last Thursday I flew down to Richmond, VA to see my friend, superstar Tracey St. Peter's fan-freaking-tastic art opening at the Eric Schindler Gallery. Wow. If you're anywhere in the area, please stop by and while you're at it, art is a good investment for any extra dough you have laying around. That's Tracey, in front of one of her Wonder Woman paintings. After the jump, several of my faves.
Wonder Woman, Pierrot, and bumble bees. (That's not its actual title.) Someone asked me to explain this painting, but I can't. I just know that I like it.
Ditto this one. It just makes me happy.
Tracey recently started painting on globes and it's amazing. Depending on which way you turn it, it's a completely different piece of work, but somehow it all goes together. Loving the globes.
And, naturally, half of the reason for any trip to Richmond is to bask in the wonder of the chug. The Franken-Chug is half pug, half chihuahua, and all cuteness, light and good. There are no words that can accurately describe the amazing cuteness that is this doggie. This is an extreme iPhone closeup of him snuggling with me and my dirty laundry on the bed.
Because I seem to fly only on the heels of air disasters (last month's Hudson River landing happened the day before I left Chicago), I was super nervous to fly out after hearing about the horrifying Buffalo plane crash that happened just before I got on my plane. That my flight was delayed for hours because of "extreme wind conditions" (super!), made it worse. Our tiny little plane was knocked around like a punching bag and I pretty much white-knuckled it the entire trip.
Luckily the flight home was a lot calmer. It was also rather entertaining. Our flight attendant was a gentleman in his late 40s/early 50s who was wearing this ginormous pair of pitch black false eyelashes. No liner, no shadow, just these big lashes. Did I mention he was also a blond? It was a very jarring combo and I was wondering if he'd just forgotten to take them off after the previous night's performance. He informed his captive audience of ten that he had met his partner in kindergarten and they married when he was 18 and his boo, 19. He has three masters degrees and his husband is a heart surgeon. I am pretty certain that this scandalized the elderly Southerners sitting behind me, which made the overshare completely worth hearing.
Fun-Haver Flight Attendant also put his own spin on the safety instructions, which was both funny and alarming in light of the previous days' accident: "If this flight turns into a cruise, y'all just grab your seat cushion and use it as a floatation device!"
Thanks superstar Judy!..what a great review. Frankenstein, The Big Irish Head and I miss you!
Your flight home sounds like a hoot...
be careful near Rapey alley..yikes!
Posted by: tracey | February 16, 2009 at 03:19 PM
no photos of the fabulous flight attendant?
Posted by: rowan | February 16, 2009 at 03:35 PM
The Big Irish Head??
Tee hee!
Posted by: heater | February 16, 2009 at 05:48 PM
BEST. FLIGHT ATTENDANT. EVER!!!
Posted by: Sheryl | February 22, 2009 at 03:32 PM