Having had a few too many drinks the night before, among other things, I awoke with tremendous regret as well as a head ache. But I decided not to cry over spilled milk, for it was Don’t Cry Over Spilled Milk Day.
So in attempt to feel human again, Christina, Duncan and I went for coffee and donuts at Cartem’s, which was completely off script of any National Holiday Celebrations for the day. It was just a couple of hungover bitches getting their carb binge on.
Duncan wanted in on these too, which, if you have been following along, has become a sort of a plot crutch for me at this stage of blogging.
(I’m one with The Force, yada yadda yadda)
Once re-humanfication was complete (if only), I thought I best get some official celebrating done.
It was White T-Shirt Day which apparently carries a lot of political weight and has something to do with strikes and union disputes in America somewhere.
I thought, in true T. Swift fashion, to disregard the struggle of the working class and don this white Taylor Swift shirt that has no political sentiment whatsoever (… I mean if you take “1989” to just mean the year she was born and not consider for a moment the Tiananmen Square Massacre). Doesn’t get much whiter than her!
Later in the evening, I managed to score some mini York Peppermint Patties at the drug store for National Peppermint Patty Day.
I ate a few but felt the need to augment the level of celebration around it.
With that I did a quick little water colour sketch of Charlie Schulz’s Peppermint Patty and Snoopy. Wikipedia states that “Peppermint Patty is noted for her persistent habit of profoundly misunderstanding basic concepts and ideas that most people would consider obvious, then blindly ignoring any counsel against her latest fixation, which leads to ultimately embarrassing situations for which she blames everyone who warned her.”
Sounds very Presidential.
Although I don’t relate to her on a cerebral level, I did have a revelation, while painting, that my frumpy-men-shirts-and- Birkenstock aesthetic may very well have been adopted straight out of the Peppermint Patty Fashionista Manifesto
Then Christina and I watched Magic Mike XXL and made plans to go to a stripper convention our next vacation… but also to not wear good clothes because they would get ruined by all the whip cream, chocolate sauce and getting tossed around.