book arts show and pld in apt.

Book Arts class was devoted to hanging book arts art for the book arts show tonight. Everyone in the class was assigned to bring different food and or drinks. The theme of the show was "A Fools Tale" in honor of April Fools day and the subject of our project...books! We each had to make a book using lino-cuts and text. The Gorilla and I were originally responsible for bringing quesadillas but when we realized and by realized I mean when we actually thought about the country we were in and the difficulty of actually getting flour tortillas, salsa and chicken all with in a reasonable budget, we realized that maybe just salsa was a better choice. Then someone else could bring chips. Chips are weirdly expensive here. Well, I actually don't know because I don't eat chips but the fact that they didn't have tortilla chips at the euro store automatically put them in the category of being expensive. Anna's. Anna's. Anna's. Dried Fruit. Market. Dried Fruit. Photog. Photog. Photog. Angry Photog. Apparently, the hippie-commi told us that we had to have our film developed and our paper purchased but last week when she said "have two rolls shot" and your paper purchased, I thought she really meant have your two rolls shot, and not developed. She became an angry hippie-commi and then got mad at me, the Gorilla, and Camille for not being prepared. I wasn't going to sit back and let her get mad us for not being more clear with her assignments. Some how the three other people in our class had their photos developed or at least said they did. I found out later tonight that one of kids in my class, Max, told her he agreed with her and that our film was to be developed but when the teacher left the room he confessed that a. she didn't say to have our film ready and b. he hadn't even shot his. What an evil soul. Luckily we had our Book Arts show tonight, and we all got to leave early. My entire photo class minus one of my roommates is also in my book arts class. Tonight the Gorilla and I were quite socialites. At 7:00 p.m. we had our book arts show. Great turn out. The Via Dei Ginorites had the greatest apartment turn out. We bribed them with free food, so obviously they were there. After our show, we continued our eating streak and headed to Dara and Ef's Apt for a little PLD. The Gorilla and I were new guests to this tradition. Because we were busy all day with class and then art shows, we had to bring something that required little to no cooking, and no was our option. At the market we picked up a large bag of fresh olives and a huge chunk of swiss cheese. The euro store had delicious crackers and when you put these items all together they make a mean appetizer. Much to our surprise, everyone loved it!
I decided that Dara should pretty much drop out of school and become a traveling scholar and preacher. I am not sure how we got into this, it was probably because we were talking about our art history class (it seems to come up when words like hate, annoyed, boring, and jesus are around) but the following comes from the teachings of Dara Katz:

"Mary got knocked up by God. She was just being honest when she said that Jesus was "the son of god." I mean let's face it, God was probably just a tattoo artist from across the street and Mary was most certainly not a virgin. If this is the case,
1. this is the best lie that ever got told and got away with in history and
2. and if this is the case it's pretty ironic that he was the best thing ever to happen to man kind, right?

On our way out of the apt. Dara wanted to show the Gorilla her new ring but the Gorilla with her large and in charge Gorilla hands, couldn't handle its delicate nature and she dropped it on the floor. With in a matter of seconds, Dara flopped on the floor in quest of her ring. It got stuck behind this dresser in the front hall and rather than moving the dresser, Dara brilliantly grabbed her umbrella and went fishing. This doesn't sound funny when I am typing it but when she pulled out a sweater of dust bunnies from under the dresser with now ring, I almost peed my pants.
Bed time for bonzos and socialites!