What is so much fun about using the Elmonica Max stop is that sometimes you get a special surprise of a fresh empty train coming out of the train yard to begin its day. It's strange being the only passenger in the entire car, but it allowed me to get several photographs for possible future reference without having to offend anyone. There were no shouts of "How dare you take my photo!"
Last night I had a blast going out with my coworkers and their significant others at a Mexican restaurant in Beaverton called Pepitas. The decor screamed that it was an acid trip version of Mexico with so many bright colored objects displayed upon the vivid walls of mirrors and multicolored lights. Absolutely insane and fun place with great food. We all had a good time, or at least I definitely did as the strawberry marguarita led to a Corona and then another. One topic of conversation was that bicyclists could get DUIs here in Oregon.
I had no idea. Where I'm from that is precisely the way that drunks traditionally travel. That seems hilarious to me - I can't imagine getting pulled over while I'm on my junky blue cruiser on the sidewalk for drunk driving. SO FUNNY! It does make sense since out here there are far more bicyclists than in Indiana...I could see where there was a possible need for some law out here, but to give a bicyclist the same DUI as you would a driver seems hysterical! Good thing I don't drink very often, and am now in the know without having to get pulled over first.
So when I arrived home, I listened to a forgotten band that I liked in highschool and shortly after - Garbage. I was looking up music and there they were. It is so weird how music can make one remember how it felt to be younger, the experiences, the feelings, the routines, and the events as if it just happened yesterday. One can close their eyes and it as though their bodies remember what it was to feel so young and what they were doing then. It took me to a nightscape of driving alone on 200 West and Buck Lake Road in Angola, Indiana with the music turned up in my '81 red mustang (I think it was an '81). I named it Lucifer due to everything about it being red - red exterior, red interior, and even the lights on the dash were all red. Something about all red seems very devilish, so Lucifer seemed to apply.
I loved driving on those particular roads that led out to the lakes from where I lived. They had cornfields, old houses, new houses and on Buck Lake Road there was an old abandoned farm house that was dilapidated. My friends and I decided that it was haunted, but really, I am doubtful of that now. It certainly did look creepy at night. Just beyond that was my favorite part of the road - where the trees bent over the road to form a canapy of branches like a tunnel of webbing during the winter months and comforting arches of cool green shade in the summer. Granted, when driving through it the awesomeness of that certain part lasted about 6 seconds going at 35mph. It wasn't exactly a long enjoyment, but at least it was.
Coming back into the now, this afternoon I spent time redesigning the banner for this blog, etsy and my facebook artist page. What do you think?
I'm about to clear off the drawing table and create a mess again by doing possibly four small paintings simultaneously. How's that for overachieving? haha Really, my main goal of doing it like this is to experiment with different views of the same subject with the same palette. We'll see if it works, or if it becomes a complete disaster. It will be fun either way, so cheers to that!
Hope you enjoy your Saturday night too! Thank you for reading and whatever you do, don't drive drunk - not even a bicycle. Love to all!
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