Today, March 6th, is Michelangelo's birthday. He's my favorite artist of all time!
Last year on March 6th, I was in Atlanta for business and was able to slip away with my sketchbook and hang out at an art gallery for the morning. Then I came back to the hotel and brought my journal, sketchbook, and "The Artist's Way" to brunch with me and ordered what I considered to be the perfect southern breakfast (and feel free to laugh at me if you want): biscuits and gravy and a big bowl of grits you could stand a spoon up in.
I'm really swamped at work today and I have a full load waiting for me when I get home, so I don't know how celebratory I'll be able to get today. Heidi suggested a trip to the gelato place. Hmmmmmmmm....... I will make sure I sneak a little painting time in!
P: So do you have to do anything tonight? Me: No... just make you dinner. P: No, go do something relaxing instead. Me: Can I paint? P: Just do anything you want to that will help you relax. Me: You don't care if I just sit around on my butt? P: No, do whatever makes you nice and relaxed.
(sigh) I love this guy.
I spent some quality time this weekend with Weird Al Yankovic; Brad (friend from work) loaned me a tape of hours and hours of AL-TV — the weird equivalent of MTV. One of my favorite videos: "Amish Paradise." When I gave back the tape, I left a thank you note on it that said, "I laughed so hard strawberry jello came out of my nose." It didn't really, but if it did, it would be strawberry.