Monday, October 22, 2012

So Many Balls, So Little Time.

Work beckoned and I answered by painting a bunch of scrotums and dicks.

When did donuts become so hip and cool considering that this was the pastry that we associated all pigs to love and hold dear to them. Enjoying this vaginal treat makes us all pigs...however Glazed does make a hell of a donut. The maple bacon long john made me blush a little in a perverted gluttonous way. 

Get it? Women clean and make donuts. 

Finally got some gloss on this so it wouldn't smudge anymore. Now that this is done, I dont know what the hell to do with it. No one cares that I do art, so why should I give a shit?

Prepping at Flesh For Food's headquarters made me realize why I could never be a full on vegetarian. The pig is just too magical and damn tasty as demonstrated by this beautiful strata of bacon. You wanna taste? Come to my birthday party here.

Flesh for Food and I did a preview for my next beer party/bday jam over at Maria's in Bridgeport where the newly remodeled patio would soon debut. 

Every proper work startion should have plenty to drink, kimchi, hot sauce from St. Martin and chopped herbs. Don't let anyone else tell you otherwise. 

We did a pop up Korean street food stand appropriately titled "Big Trouble, Little Korea." The only trouble I see is Alex's beard smelling of kimchi and pork later on. 

This is the only picture I have of the food we made. Street heart Donna displaying how sexy a paper plate full of food can be. I think she was actually sleep eating.

So 5 hours of drinking wasn't enough so why not head up to Wheeling around 11:30pm for an all night pinball expo? 

I was definitely the Joe Pesci of this game. I loved how the graphics kept making references to Lethal Weapon 2. It was kind of a trip. 

These dudes felt right at home because their moms were waiting outside in a car.

This was an awesome one. Never thought I'd see cousin it in pinball form, but this one of the games that always had a line of single divorced men waiting to play. 

Amidst it all, I ran into old time friend, talented producer, beer aficionado, I guess avid pinball enthusiast and all around awesome dude - Dreas. This is the kind of Greek face only an Italian mother can love. This is also at like 4 am and I thought I was hallucinating, but then I checked out his arm hair and realized he was mad real. Thanks for the ride home and sorry for passing out.

They also had a buffet.

There is a pimply 47 year old single male that just wet himself looking at this. 

I kept thinking about that volleyball scene in Top Gun and how I wish I was the sand in that scene.

Woke up four hours later to check out a talented friend's short movie at River East.

 Ana recommending some good brunch spots around the area.

Speaking of brunch, We all went to the West Egg Cafe after the screening and sort of giggled and was disturbed by how round the Asian egg's eyes were. I see the yellow and brown, what race/ethnicity are the other two eggs? I'm just confused as hell. They all look delicious to me. 

You wanna see this little guy? come to my bday party asshole.

Its funny because its true. 

A little of this, a little of that. 

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