My dive bar isn’t a classy place far from it, but the booze is cheap and there is a certain atmosphere that I enjoy when I’m there. There are times when I order a Henry’s Hard Soda or a Barefoot Spritzer and I will ask for a glass of ice.
I’ve always wanted to be sitting in a upscale bar and hear someone order a drink on the rocks.
I hear “you want a glass with ice?”
“Yes Please.” And it makes the booze go down quicker and smoother. I have switched back to my old stand-by drink Malibu Rum and pineapple juice. The ice makes it taste so good, refreshing and it goes down quickly. I also love drinking Coconut Mules that’s loaded with tons of ice in the brass mug and its so cold and delicious.
I like sitting on the bar stool with my drink full of ice and a straw so I can nervously stir my drink while waiting on my friends.
I appreciate “the artist” allowing me to use him for photos. I tried to take photos of the canvas but the texture of the canvas reflects and you can see the grooves in it.
He’s been hard at work with his recent painting. He is self-taught and always learning about his craft. He has sold a few of his prints in a Chicago gallery. He does have a dark side to his art, but don’t most artists have a tortured soul?
I’m pretty sure he didn’t mind being used by me at all. He is a really close friend, it would crush me if he disappeared from my life. I hope that never happens. I hope he will always be around in my life.
C is for Canvas.
Someone told me that I need to step outside my comfort zone when it comes to taking my photos, that I need to be fluid. I’m not sure what that means or how to start to change to become more fluid.
While I was taking photos of my friend The Artist, I decided to take a few other photos. He has lots of art supplies, all kinds of paints, sketch pads, canvas, pencils and brushes.
B is for Brushes.
Yea yea….I know that the #atozchallenge is mostly for writing about subjects that start with the letters of the alphabet but I’m winging it (again) and bending the rules.
What ever pops into my head that starts with the letters, is for I’m going for. Be ready for anything this month. Of course I’m behind on posting. I’m blaming that on my wayward life, that includes Mr. Sam and My Beloved, family etc.
Better late than never, my friend the Artist.
A is for Artist
After Mr. Sam and I arrived back from the store. We went upstairs to his room to hide away from the world for the day. I enjoyed getting him worked up, watching him watch me. I couldn’t control my desire to feel him in my mouth, to taste him.
I normally finish to the last drop but Mr. Sam has been without for a very long time. I couldn’t keep up with the overflow. I will be writing the story that leads up to this photo. I’m sure you wanna hear all about it.
The story is titled “My Mouth Couldn’t Handle the Overflow”
I don’t normally eat raspberries. At the grocery store today I seen them. They looked delicious, they were delicious.
These were inside some of my Chinese Fortune Cookies.