Utter Shit

There are times when you have to stop and reflect on your (MY) crazy life. This crazy life is so far from perfect, but moments shine through that make you (ME) realize that it is pretty damn cool.

Friday. Whirlwind. Trying to juggle a closing, previewing, a mother who is half-assing it, a trip to Discovery Bay (2 hours round trip to see 3 houses, none of which are available) in 106 degree heat. Then, San Francisco. Where you have to buy new shoes because it is 92 degrees at 6:00 at night and those new heels are now slimy inside since it is hot as balls and there is no ventilation on them. Sitting on hot concrete (hot concrete is so not San Francisco) watching Beck’s Balls. Just to add to the fun, my phone has less than a 30% charge which means it will no longer take calls. Perfect.

A short drive, a deep breath and a warm beer later, I am where I need to be. A small gallery opening. I was an art history major (never finished), which always seemed a waste of an education to my practical side. But being back in SF, back in front of some interesting pieces, I realize it is so much a part of me, that it was (is) what I should have gone to school for.

Anyway, what I love about art is that you can have a totally personal reaction to a piece that is truly unique to you. And upon walking in, I saw one I loved. It was simple. But the reaction was immediate. And having seen one thing I really liked, that made the whole show worth it.

We moved outside (for air) where a gallery down the block was a bit more freaky. I glanced at the art inside (it was sort of Elaine de Kooning-esque) but the real show was on the sidewalk. There was a gal in a princess get up balancing on a board on a cylinder playing the accordian. Weird. But so normal for San Francisco.

My friend, who shall remain nameless, comes out of the first gallery and asks me if I would like to meet the artist of the piece she just bought for me. Stunned. Thankful, but stunned.

Anyway, met the artist, he is trashed. Wants to hug. I get all awkward (typical).

Harass nameless friend into telling me how much the piece cost then freaked the fuck out when she told me.

I think I have to put out.

We then took another short drive for dinner outside in San Francisco heat, so rare. Great snacks, a bottle of prosecco, more chatting. The perfect night.

More tomorrow….