Yesterday started with ballet class to Beatles music and ended in my friend’s driveway chatting. It was a really nice day. After ballet class I flew solo to an art gallery that was on a lower floor and looked at some really great things and some scratched up wood with paint on it. Maybe I just don’t understand art but it really truly looked like a rung for a children’s bunk bed that the dog messed up. I guess it has its place because I was inspired enough to write about it and it made all the other art look a little bit better. After that I went to a restaurant that was also in the building on the lower floor, sat at the bar, and had a cup of coffee. You see I was making a statement to say that I am woman and I can have a solo cup of coffee at the bar of a restaurant, I don’t need people [Editor’s note: I was flirting with the bartender]. As I was enjoying my cup o’ jo I snapped some pictures of my coffee’s reflection, and I think it turned out pretty neat! Would I call coffee cup reflection pictures art? I don’t know, but it at least looks cool.
