Happy Beltaine to all!
I woke up feeling like I had permission. I also woke up seeing two tiny birds copulating outside of my window. When I was 19 I woke up this morning to thunder. When I was 20 I woke up to Christy. Somewhere in the space of 21-23 I would go into the woods with my sisters. Today I find myself in my apartment watching little birds flutter around each other, so I choose to make myself happy.
Yesterday I joined some of my Vau de Vire wenches in a ploy to obtain more corporate $ponsorship at the opening of a winery. It was an unpaid gig, it took all day, and I would rather have done that than any of my paying jobs online. When my set was done I didn't even want to stop. It is time to exit the "working for money world." That said, I have absolutely no idea what to do next.
At any rate, I finally have a corporate-friendly character:
Photo generously donated by Gene X Hwang/Orange Photography.
Generously and amazingly photoshopped to its present state of awesome by Max Cooper. Yes, you are the fucking man.
I was also monstrously pleased to run into the very lovable Juan from Teatro Zinzanni, a friend of the Nekyia's, who obliged me with some impromptu salsa in spite of the fact that I'd had a healthy dose of my invented cabernet/petite verdot (understanding of course I invented nothing).
I met a nice guy who gave me chocolate and cayenne pepper which is a Good Thing, and coaxed the Shred into helping me adios the rest of some (comparitively piss poor) wine at my place to cap off the excellence.
The moral of the story is that, against all the odds, life is more fun when I leave my apartment.
**Also, five bucks to whoever gets the reference in the title. Although you'd have no way of proving you didn't google it, so I guess I win.