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suppose I should have stayed at home and caught up on a number of tasks, but again Jessika convinced me to join her, Joanna Road Rage, Peggy & the Baboose on a drive to Crozet to look at rental property. It was a pleasant sunny day, so what the hell I went. Joanna wasn't at all enamoured with the place we checked out though. It was small and, worst of all, modern. The fact that it sat on the edge of a horse farm did nothing for her at all. Jessika and I were enchanted with a little munchkin shed in the back and thought Joanna was dismissing the place entirely too quickly. We did, however, finally get our chance to have some world-famous Crozet Pizza. The only trouble in all of this was the squalling of the Baboose, who would begin crying whenever he dropped a paper plate upon which he'd been chewing. Joanna Road Rage spilled her drink and shouted "oh shit!" and in ran a crack team of Crozet Pizza staff from who knows where in that congested little place. That's when I recognized one of them as Jerry O'Dell, former fellow bozARTist. He's this incredibly animated guy who makes window shades into colourful tapestries and covers conventional furniture with exotic dapples of intense acrylic paint. Recently he's started making stained glass objects, such as a guitar, which he says he's selling for $1500. He also caught me up on some bozART gossip.
ack at Kappa Mutha Fucka, we sat around drinking from the two day old keg, even though it's getting flatter and flatter. Zachary went up Carter's Mountain to fetch his video camera and then I started figuring out the essentials of simultaneous audio/video capture on this here machine. The rest of the Councilors (the punk rock band that had played on Saturday Night) came by and joked around and made recommendations while I worked. They want to include MPEG video clips on their debut CD, even though someone who claims to know has informed them that doing so would mean they're not really a punk rock band. After the other Councilors left, Zach ordered a Pepperoni pizza which he shared with me while we watched Beavis and Butthead in my room. Meanwhile, the girls had all gone on some kind of date with my old housemate Elizabeth. Jessika tried to get me to come along, but I had a funny feeling that it was really a girl thing, if you know what I mean. Besides, I had work to do on my own. It's awfully hard to find time to work when Jessika is around.
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