November 13, 2010
Today
me and Ricky Cameron (Neece) looked at 1,345 stoneware cups.
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Nice.
Wish I was there.
Your cup(s) runneth over.
We stumbled into the Twomey installation ass-backwards after a stretch of time gazing on a panoramic vista of Kansas City from a WWI memorial that used to be a gay cruising spot, then cruising around a KC industrial district in search of the Missouri River where we wound up at a dead end and a fishy-smelling warehouse called something like Seattle Seafood. “If It Swims — We’ve Got It.”
We made our way to the art museum, which is where we blundered onto the cups.
Later we returned to Rick’s house and watched Stanley Kubrick’s “Paths of Glory.”
Yes. Wish you were here, Deron.
Were you inspired to to have caudle after gazing on the cups? “The beverage, made of spiced wine or ale and thickened with bread or oatmeal, was originally given to invalids but became increasingly fashionable in the early 18th century.” Yum.
I was inspired to drink a large quantity of red wine, followed by too much Maker’s Mark and a leftover breakfast biscuit smeared with Nutella.
It felt good at the time.
Sheila, is the museum y’all went to the kick ass frosted-glass walled one?
That’s it, Deron. It kicked my ass.
god damn.
It was a beautiful afternoon for cruzin’. I also took Sheila by Heavelin College of Hair Fashion. And the Original Man Barber Shop.
And I just now dabbled my dainty hand in Ricky’s toilet. Not the bowl. The tank.
No end of fun in Kansas City.
I had a friend who got her hair cut/done by a sculptress in Baltimore years ago. She looked fabulous! My friend said the woman would stare at her for a while, then just go to it. No questions, no “what would you like” etc. And the cut was perfect.
That’s my ambition, to have my hair done by a sculptress.
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Today, I took Jeff. (He and his wife, Susan, are visiting this weekend, from Des Moines.) He and I signed up for the drawing of owning one of 60 up for adoption this weekend (it was told there are 300 left to adopt), to take place tomorrow. We’ll learn on Monday whether we are drawn to get to adopt one forever. I signed up for #1232. If it falls to me, I’ll go back and video my cup, and those walking around.
Danny and Susan had gone to get haircuts and their roots done. Just FYI.
I’d like to sign up, Rick. Still trying to figure out how to back up my pledge to care forever.
Oh, Sheila, I am scared for having made that pledge. Suddenly, I feel I’ll have to have a succession plan.
Oh, yes, Rick. That is part of the deal. It’s scary. And I’m a sissy.
Sheila, you have never been, nor will ever be a sissy.
Rick, I will try to believe that — and maybe it will be so.
Will you be my godfather/mother for my cup? (If I’m selected to get one?)
You bet. I can make the necessary arrangements.
I would love to be your cup’s fairy godmother.
So Rick, if you win a cup (forever) does that mean it goes into your will? I am imagining strained silences, glares, all manner of unhappiness spilling over, even at graveside. All over The Cup. I am trying to keep my mind from going there, but it is futile.