The Happy Hour Stein has been passed. Praise be.

SAM opening, tix for 2am entry. We danced in the foyer, we dragged Merrith out of the Byzantine paintings, we extricated Jessica from the crazy break dancer, we relocated me after I wondered off to gaze glassy-eyed at the african masks, and we powered on back to studio to bust out more drawings.

Merrith turns 25. You know she loves you....


but you better be good to her.

The Rome Dinner:










That chartreuse arm in the photo above is document of Jen Dee's purchase of a sacrifial lamb to be skewered and roasted at the location of her choice. Draping the temple with the entrails was not part of the deal, so if your manifesto still isn't submitted, maybe you can work out a little exchange with her...

Happy post-Midterms!