Martini R Us: Revisting the Classic in A Garage as It Snows in Moses Lake, Washington
You know I am counting the DAYS til I get back to Florida, see my MaMaK, and hit the Village of the Arts July Mermaid show at Divine Excess Folk Art Gallery,
BUT, I have to tell you Washingtonians are really nice people.
I don't know if I shared the story about the neighbor that just randomly fixed my shop lights, but that's sort of an illustration of it.
Yesterday, a neighbor brought a tall ice chest down to my art studio ( yes..garage)...and it had vodka, vermouth, olives, a shaker, and two glass martini glasses in it,
Shaken not stirred mobile martinis!!!!!
To be honest, I don't think I have had a martini since I left NYC.
NYWAY -- WHY DID I STOP?!?
Why, why, WHY...my friends have I denied myself the joy and sophistication of the simple martini?
What else can you order with more ridiculousness demands than a Starbucks coffee? And say out loud to a stranger: MAKE IT DIRTY.
LORD! What unspeakable joy lives in a martini.
Anyway, what commenced was an absolutely fantastic conversation on everything. Architecture was primary.
PEOPLE, I was schooled in architecture as a multi-sensory concept.
I kept painting and sipping because I am trying to get this Matlacha, Florida order together.
You do know I do LIVE PAINTING and am not a curmudgeon when I am at it, but a lively somewhat social butterfly?
So imagine that PLUS martini.
WHAT A DAY.
And what a reminder.
Don't be so serious.