Jason and Monica had an art show last night in conjunction witj Hijinks. It was a local Etsy with booze and great music. Jason was there part of Thursday night and early Friday night getting his stuff hung on the wall (or ceiling in one case)

Monica and I showed up a bit later with a table and her Dirty Pillows (soft pillows with cute robot designs). Hers was the first vendor table on the floor. We helped Jason a bit then decided to grab dinner. When we came back a few more folks had arrived. One of them, wearing too much black and way way too many shitty cornrowed multicolored extensions down to her ass was setting up her table right next to Monica’s. She would survey the arrangement (because she’s an artist), step back, look again, and then nudge Monica’s table over. Repeat process about 10 times.

Then she came up to Monica and asked “Is this your stuff because I want to move it.” There ensued many nasty looks and passive aggressive negotiation. We snickered lots when a random cat that belonged to the space kept hopping up on her table and making a nest out of her random crappy faux fur offerings.

Later on, this irritating art whore decided to try on a, um, well it was a soft plushy safety orange onesie. The top part was a sleeveless hoodie, and the bottom was supposed to be shorts, but she had a big cottage cheese ass that didn’t really fit anywhere inside the thing, so we all got a show.

About 20 minutes later some assclown decided it would be neat to light some sage (perhaps reacting to my dagger–of-death stares). I hate sage. That crap smells like a 24 hour fitness locker room. Sage is used to “cleanse” spaces. Fucking hippies. If it was directed at me, it worked. I abandoned Monica to the burner bitches, and I still feel guilty. But only a little. There’s only so much hipper-than-thou one can put up with in a single dose.