The Merchant of Venice = ?/10. This was Doug's movie choice and was not on my to see list. It is a Shakespeare play and they didn't moderinize the language, so I didn't understand what was happening. Doug didn't, either. I fell asleep for about 10 minutes. We did, however, pick up on a couple of Shakespearean language penis references. Also, there were boobies in this movie. At least those two things are somethin'.
Last week I went to Purple Glaze with the mentee. Left if what I created; right is hers. I suck. I can't even paint a straight line and didn't even paint over my vertical yellow guide lines.
And what in the world am I supposed to do with a crappy single bud vase? Ooooh. Maybe I'll give it to Doug for his October birthday present or something. Then, he can be stuck with it. Mwa ha ha ha! At any rate, I don't really feel like I belong in an artsy place such as Purple Glaze. Maybe I should try mosaic if there is a next time. I know a girl named Nicole. She has about 10 items on display that she created at places like Purple Glaze (though probably in Texas). Her plates look way better than mine lame attempt. I guess art just wasn't my vase of tea.
Besides having the uncomfortable moment of the week, Safari's also provided me with a bit of amusement. I present to you "Male Monkey with hormonal problems (boobs)."