Went to a club that was completely swathed in bubble wrap. I kid you not. Floors, ceiling, everything - covered. It was heaven. (Except for the crappy music, expensive drinks, and crowd of two on the dance floor going crazy for the crappy music of course.)
At first I thought, "wow, this is some high end bubble wrap, like Italian bubble wrap, or something," cause you could just press it, like, anywhere, just a bit, and it would go SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAP-SNAPETTY-SNAP. But then I thought, "Wait a second. The actual point of bubble wrap is to pad stuff. So its probably not really supposed to snap so easily. Must be Made In China after all."
I still wanted to stuff my purse with it though.
Stayed home painting pictures. I'm not actually good at this or anything, it's just fun to muck around and mix the colours and all. So my "picture" is basically the end result of ruining everything, fixing it by painting something new on top, ruining it again, repeat. The masterpiece isn't finished yet, but so far it involves a swimming eyeball, a floating island in the sky, a lot of flying fish, and a skyscraper growing out of a fireball. Who knows what it will be by the time its done. Daniel drunkenly but honestly told me it was disgusting. I still kind of like it though.
Went to a free concert sponsored by the Alliance Francaise. (Keeping an eye out for events with potentially free booze these days - art openings are usually good for free wine and nibbles, and a few weeks ago the Dutch Cultural Centre had a party with free Heineken and gouda cheese. No crackers though.) This time it was a French electro/hip hop group. Featuring an Axel Rose-wannabe guitarist who desperately needed a haircut, along with an MC and a dj who desperately needed t-shirts four sizes smaller. It was alright, mostly cause it was free. I had trouble getting past the giant t-shirts though.
And now it's back to the kiddlets...