bethb's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- i'm a paintin' motherfucker so, it's official. i'm a gonna go as alexandra (and anyone who gets it on sight will be my new best friend.) i'm off in a few to try to find a red jacket... part of me thought, well, maybe, i'll just be *home* for tonight. i am so beat. last night, after throwing a quick coat of paint on the floor of a set i'm designing/building/painting, i threw on the only clean (well, just about only clean) thing- a red plaid skirt that i smacked together for new years eve two years ago. it's quite like what that tommy crap looks like this season, so mr. hilfiger, you can send that check aaaaaaannnny day now, s'il vous plait. but uh...yeah, so i threw on the skirt and dashed over to ann's to catch the tail end of her new band 'dead teenagers' play. they're actually really good. she's playing with erik denno (ex Kerosene 454 and Oswego) and Ryan nelson of the most secret method, so how *could* it be anything but good right? right. They threw tapes, i nabbed one. Demon kids kicks ass! Anyway, i hung around to catch the dishes from chicago. also, really good. esp. if you like stuff like the 5.6.7.8's and sit and spin. (girl garage rock) skipped out on the all-scars to throw some more paint down. Adrienne saw my nails and made fun of all the paint in 'em, but she should've seen me before i washed up even! have i mentioned i'm the grossest girl-like-ever?!?!?! have to clear it up, 'cuz i am. so i get back to the church (which, incidentally, is where this small show that i'm doing is taking place.) it's being produced by the capitol hill arts whorkshop (who's acronym is the very unattractive C.H.A.W.) and they're very very nice, but they like to keep their productions on capitol hill (hence the CH) and Cap. Hill stage space is pretty limited, so i have to catch time when i can with these church people, so friday night was it. I'm back at the church at 11:15, and i'm painting like a motherfucker until 2 when say THANK YOU! GOODNIGHT! and head on home. you know, maybe i should go into the prop rental business with brendan canty....um....yeah. so i wake up at 7am, i'm back at the church by 8, painting furiously and about 10:40 the guys with the dance floor arive, because, evidently, the church is having some big harvest hootenany howdown fall fiesta whatever. doesn't matter. 11 am and i'm done. but not before some annoying woman named 'pam' comes in and directs the guys on where to lay the fake parquet all the while kinda sing-scatting the last refrain and flourish of glen miller's 'in the mood'. over. and over. and over and over. and over yet some more. and when she has a question for me, she would address me as 'chaw'...or miss chaw. holy fuck, i have never wanted to shove a paint roller in such an imappropriate spot as i did this morning. but i didn't. i didn't even stay to wash my brushes. i threw them all in a plastic bag and drove home to wash them out there.. but the exciting thing, is that i've been invited to a party herehis stuff is amazing, and if you live in this area, and know the sculpture 'awakenings' at hain's point, well, yeah- that's the guy. so that should be cool. xoxo beth b.
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