The Blager Times

For sheer enjoyment, I paint on canvas  using oil or acrylic paint. For this Valentine’s day, I painted a couple paintings for my girlfriend, Cinderella.

“Window to April”

This painting was inspired by Cinderella’s favorite flower, the sun flower. I thought it would be cool to have the sun flower appear as the sun. It turned out quite nicely and is very pleasant on the eyes. I titled it “Window to April” due Cinderella’s birthday being in April. She loved it and was quite excited to hang it.

“Skanking it easy with The Rasta Elephant and The Irish Penguin”

“Skanking it easy with The Rasta Elephant and the Irish Penguin” was an idea formed by Cinderella and I. I’m not sure how it completely transformed into that particular image but it looks awesome. It took every ounce of control I had to not make the Rasta elephant and the Irish penguin toking the ganja. But the implication is there and sometimes  that’s better than making it brazenly obvious. This painting is probably my favorite I’ve done. I finished in about two days. Guess where it’s hanging. In Cinderella’s room right next to the other.

This was “Pub Night” with  A-Train, Wooderson, Brim, and Pops. The keg-orator in the garage was filled with a fresh keg from the local micro-brewery. It was a golden ale that everyone seemed to be enjoying. I had just left to exchange my old, beer stained pint glass for a fresh one. It was then that I realized it was close to 3:00am and everyone was pretty out of it.

On return from the kitchen, I opened the garage door only to be hit with the aroma of cigar smoke and old beer. I said,

” It’s 3:00am, man it’s late.”

A-Train replied with,” Yes, But Alexander Hamilton doesn’t mind!” in a half-ass Sean Connery impersonation.

Of course this comment only resulted in laughter from: Pops, Wooderson, and Brim. He was referencing my small, fat dog,  Alexander Hamilton. Zander, for short, he responds to it better and it’s certainly less embarrassing to yell down the street when he has taken to roaming about the neighborhood.

Unfortunately my memory between the time of 3:00am to 4:00am is fairly cloudy. All I can tell you is that beer was flowing consistently.  I think it was about this time that Pops said,

“4:00am? Shit! I need to get work done tomorrow or  today, whatever. Night, don’t go queering off now that you guys are drunk and exhibiting your true feelings for each other. ”

Everyone busted up laughing and someone responded with:

“F*** you too dickhead!” in their best Rory Cochrane impersonation from my all time favorite movie, Dazed and Confused. We had watched that movie about fifty times the night before at the beginning of Pub Night.

“Your Pops is hilarious,” said A-Train

Wooderson added  “Yeah, man.”

I believe it was then that we harassed Brim some more for his refusal to drink beer. He always responded with, “I’ve had five shots!” Even though there was no liquor bottle in sight.

Finally, a brilliant idea was tossed into the drunken brainstorm. Lets ride bicycles! There was a Schwinn Beach Cruiser with a little kids bike connected to the back of it and some other bike Brim jumped on. I decided to sit out because I was well aware of the high chance of face rearrangement that could be involved on this expedition. I watched them take off into the dark morning, laughing, cursing, and nearly careening into one another.