Saturday morning at 1 in the afternoon. There are painted tabletops with Lady GaGa and animated eyes and poetry and I remember accidentally meeting the artist in his studio on a Sunday when I was wandering the Mill Studios without permission. He was spray painting a tarp on the wall.
Kanye West is playing and I have a chai latte and a ham and cheese sandwich and a bag of chips and the book that Eric gave me called "Cowboys are My Weakness by Pam Houston.
The photographer I met at a party is here, or just leaving now. He always drinks his coffee black and asks what I'm reading. We chat about the things people chat about in the winter in New England. My tires are awful and it's too cold. "Did you know it's going to be 10 below 0 tomorrow night?"
No comments:
Post a Comment