[amy] Fun Weekend

Saturday I came into work for the morning. After that I went to the Grand Opening of the Center for Cartoon Studies. Once inside, you get a piece of paper and check off any or all of the following choices: Alien, Dog, Stick Figure, Robot. Then you take your paper to the "Dog" table or "Alien" table and have one of the students draw any old thing that comes into their heads, as long as it's within the category. Then you bring it to the "Finishing" table, where one of the artists does shading and generally pulls everything together. Then you bring the drawing to "Quality Control" when it gets either a stamp of approval or a big fat "REJECTED!!" across the front. I saw one cute drawing of a dog that was rejected for no reason I could see.

It was interesting to see the students drawing. Each one held their pen differently and, really, the only thing I could see was the top of their head. They would finish what they were working on, look up briefly to smile at you, and then take the next paper that was being shoved in their face. Talk about out of the frying pan into the fire. Wait, what is the idiom I want here? Trial by fire? I mean to say that it's pretty intense to be starting a cartooning school only to be forced to draw your arm off during the Grand Opening. Whatever, idioms suck anyway. No one really knows what they mean. Pot calling the kettle black. The straw that broke the camel's back. Why beat around the bush- just say what you mean.

After that I went to an outdoor games BBQ (where I came in 2nd in croquet but didn't fare so well at horseshoes) and then onto the Hookah Dance Lounge. The video Adam was spinning was great and the music was great, but no one was dancing. Me, included (sorry). The hookah room was filled to capacity, but there were only a handful of people socializing in the main corridor and bar area. There was a photographer/reporter from the Connecticut Valley Spectator taking pictures for the next issue and as the night progressed, he just started hanging out more and reporting less. Which is cool. And as I was outside, a truck pulled up and a guy asked me, "Excuse me, miss, but is there dancing up there?" I said yes and he inquired further, "Is it swing or ballroom?" "Uh... What? It's neither man, it's, like, club dancing. Swing or ball- hahahaha... hahahaha.... BAHHH HAHAHAHAH!!!" I don't know where he got his bad information but I was amazing that an error like that could even happen. The dude ended up leaving but came back almost immediately to check the party out. He even hung out for a bit, so that's cool. See? The HDL can transform anybody.

I spent Sunday sleeping, knitting (I'm almost done with the 2nd ball for the Kiri shawl), eating, finishing Season 2 of The O.C. (so... bad...) and hot tubbing (no nudity this time).