krys_____

Had an eventful day yesterday. Now I remember what happens when I get on my friend A's good side... I get invited everywhere. Ha ha. Well, Let's relate what happened, as many interesting fun things occurred.

The four of us decided to go to the MSU Master/ Bachelor Students exhibition at Kresge last night. We showed up late, about an hour into the event, and there was a slew of folks about already. In theory, it was just like any mediocre exhibition opening I have gone to; hordes of people, friends, and family to show up to support and encourage the few artisans on display... free delicasies and wine being passed about in abundance... all of the "beautiful people" out and about in their fineries, trying to outdo each other by blowing more smoke up the artists' asses than their big shot, so called "friends and loved ones". Long story short, the evening was full of fripperies, fripperies, and more fripperies..oh, and a bit of mincing to spice up the night. You run into one of your "opening friends", the folks you only ever talk to at exhibitions, and you tarry on with them, but inside you are numb from the excessive small talk and the wine fumes in the atmosphere. (I was amazed, first opening ever where I wasn't forced to catch some random damsel in distress suffering from overindulgence of the free alchohol.. and dammit, I would have liked to have some of the ladies there fall on me, would have not even minded smelling like wine afterwards, but no luck...no one tripped.

And to top it off there was nothing going on the quench my hormones, no one acknowledged my attentions. Well, I did try to get phone numbers and flirtings going on, but no such luck. My luckiest stike out was someone my friend D introduced me too. I have met her once before, some random party, some summer evening. She was one of the artists displaying the fruits of her labour. Very stunning lady, taiwanese by birth, lived in Australia for a time, speaks fluid English (and french, if I recall from that party correctly?) and very andro in a pinstripe suit jacket and glasses. Now, my gaydar is not great, but when I shook hands with her, there was a chemistry that was so palable I was mind blown. I tried to chat with her as much as possible about her ceramics, but it was the end of the evening, and she was much in demand even then, but I did manage to get her email and cel number... which won't do me a whole lot of good seeing as how when D was chatting with her she revealed that she was living with her lover of the moment...drat...fuck fuck fuck... First real spark I feel for anyone around here and she already has a girlfriend, figures... oh well, she gave me her contact info for a reason, I'm not going to ignore that. I have a bit of a weakness for asian ladies, you see.

The evening progressed and the four of us needed sustenance, something more nutritious than cookies and cheese. Where do 3 fina artists and one philosopher end up dining after an opening? Well, we're all poor, and A refuses to eat at Fleetwood (for some ungodly reason), so we ended up eating at Denny's. Why A likes their pancakes I'll never know. Well, we ate, we made merry, we chatted about going to the exhibition I am taking part of in LA. (I'm definitely going, though I still need to iron out logistics. Who wants to come with? )

This is when what I will now refer to "The good luck care bear incident" occured. Well, sometime in the evening D decides she wants to try the skill crane machine... For the record, and I make no boasts about this, I have mad skill crane abilities. I used to play in arcades constantly, I think I inherited the knack from my aunt, who is also quite gifted in this random game of chance. Anywho, after D tries her hand once, she comes back to the table disgruntled. I mention I am good at it. But, no one believes me. A goes and tries his luck, to no success. He complains about losing the money, saying it would be cheaper just to go and by her a plushie, but she wants him to win her one, like any girlfriend does Well, I have one dollar in my pocket, so I look at her and tell her to let me try. We go over to the skill crane machine, I try once. No luck, just loosened everything up. But I still have one credit left, so I aim for the loosest plushie available, a green stuffed "Good Luck" care bear that still is a little stuffed into the pile. I let loose and... eureka... I pull the bear up. The crane begins to return, but on the way back it drops the bear at the very last second before the pit. D groaned in dismay, for a second, until the bear hit the pile of stuffed toys and hopped into the pit. I gave her the bear, she was really happy, too much happy for my own good. We returned to the table... A was not amused by my mad skills, but he didn't say much. I think he felt emasculated, but didn't want to say anything. D wanted me to try again, even though I told her I couldn't do it again, the toys were too packed, but she insisted and gave me another dollar... so as we head back, my gent is still sitting with A who is crestfallen... he leans over and says to him "I'm sorry, Krys is just more of a man than both of us put together."

Now I wait for my invitation to engage in fisticuffs at dawn... what else do you expect when you cuckold a man? Not that I did it on purpose, but hey, he wasn't too happy with me for winning her that damn bear... maybe that's why he wants to come to LA with us so badly... to stop the ensuing orgy he knows will occur.



I can only hope, at least.



1. What did you do last night? Any fun?

2. Any plans for this evening?

3. Would you like to come to a showing of my art? It's in my events, any LA people are more than welcomed.