The following is based on events that happened March 27 to March 29.
I wasn't off the bus more than 20 minutes before tacos were being shoved down my throat.
The next day I witnessed art and art and art--in fact, I thought that maybe Dallas had become the art capitol of the world or something. Must be a side effect of having Erik Tosten (cover artist for my book) and Veronica show you around. Erik also pumps blood into Dallas' ArtCast as a coveted interviewer of artists.
The quick rundown:
Erik and I reminisce about shooting baskets together over ten years ago, and immediately decide to buy a basketball hoop to put up on his garage. Thanks to capitalism failing us once again, we were unable to find one within five miles.
I was introduced to Kentucky Gentleman, a cheap bourbon that beats Jack Daniels and Jim Beam in taste tests.
I had Lone Star beer while competing in a friendly slingshot match (which I lost dreadfully).
It was cold and rainy--just like Seattle is about this time of year.
I had breakfast at Pitt Grill. Sweet!
I saw tons of art and wrote down tons of names, like Paul Greco--great stuff, and I saw an exhibition by Cedric Delsaux--always interesting.
Then, I went home.
I wasn't off the bus more than 20 minutes before tacos were being shoved down my throat.
The next day I witnessed art and art and art--in fact, I thought that maybe Dallas had become the art capitol of the world or something. Must be a side effect of having Erik Tosten (cover artist for my book) and Veronica show you around. Erik also pumps blood into Dallas' ArtCast as a coveted interviewer of artists.
The quick rundown:
Erik and I reminisce about shooting baskets together over ten years ago, and immediately decide to buy a basketball hoop to put up on his garage. Thanks to capitalism failing us once again, we were unable to find one within five miles.
I was introduced to Kentucky Gentleman, a cheap bourbon that beats Jack Daniels and Jim Beam in taste tests.
I had Lone Star beer while competing in a friendly slingshot match (which I lost dreadfully).
It was cold and rainy--just like Seattle is about this time of year.
I had breakfast at Pitt Grill. Sweet!
I saw tons of art and wrote down tons of names, like Paul Greco--great stuff, and I saw an exhibition by Cedric Delsaux--always interesting.
Then, I went home.
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