Hey, kids! Now that it’s officially December 21st and NOTHING has happened, do ya think we can all stop talking about that Mayan crap? YES! I’d probably be more oblivious to it but, as you know, I (reluctantly) joined Twitter in October and that’s allllll that people have been blathering about. Let’s talk about Christmas, instead, hmmm? I love Christmas.

Although right now I’m going to talk about an art show we went to earlier this month. I wore the sequin butterfly dress I made, with a cardigan buttoned over the empire-waist top so I wouldn’t have to field any “When are you due?” questions (sigh). Speaking of which, here’s a great article on xojane about sensitivity towards childless folks.

I finally cut my bangs so they look a little less…90’s mall girl. You know what I mean?

The show was downtown, at the tattoo parlor/studio of Owen, the family tattoo artist. The Boy, his sister, and multiple cousins all have tattoos by Owen.

All of the artists in the building get together to put on a show once/twice a year and invite people for cheap wine, snacks, and art viewing. They had live music as well. In this room the Boy got into a long conversation with an eccentric-looking photographer. His work was really cool but I figured he wouldn’t let me take pictures of it so I didn’t bother asking.

The artists I did talk to were friendly, and didn’t mind me taking pictures.

Paint by numbers!

Outside Owen’s studio. Those are his paintings on the wall.

As a special bonus, Owen was tattooing his wife at the show while everyone stood around and gawked. I admired her stromph. She said she had a glass of wine beforehand, and looked amazingly calm for someone getting her underarm flesh tattooed (ouch!).

Owen’s mother came to the show and I chatted with her for a while. I love her–such a sweet lady. Owen’s father passed away this past year and the Boy and I went to his funeral–the first funeral I had ever attended.

Owen’s work. I love his paintings. He has a bold, distinctive style.

I nearly passed out the one and only time I’ve been tattooed. I’ve thought about getting a second tattoo for over a decade now, but can never make up my mind what to get, or where to put it.

Pretty sure the Boy took this shot. It’s a good one.

I loved this swirl of colorful mirrors in one of the other studios.

It’s nice to go out at night sometimes! Every time we do I think, we should do this more often!

Speaking of going out, the Louis C.K. show at the Paramount theater last night was HILARIOUS. Thanks, Corinne, for paying for the three of us to go! Love that guy. I took some photos with my iphone but will probably just put them on Instagram, if they turn out at all. I didn’t use the flash so you never know.

In other news, I think I figured out why I’m so attracted to Chris Pontius. He basically has the same body as my husband, meaning: look at that bubble butt! Oy.

Happy Friday! Only a few days left before Christmas! Today I’m finally doing what I’ve been thinking about doing for years: making a ton of Christmas cookies to give out to everyone.

“You’re making cookies and you can’t eat any of them?” said Corinne skeptically last night (we are still doing Fatkins–when it’s convenient).

“Oh, I’ll have one or two…” I told her. Of course I will. I will not, however, have 20 or 30, or whatever amount I mowed down last Christmas at my in-law’s house. Good grief, Charlie Brown! No one needs to eat that much sugar!