Well, Super, there’s some rules that we girls have to letting guys in on slumber parties.
One, you have to let us paint your fingernails. The other is that you have to fetch all our bon-bons for us, rub our toes, and tuck us in.
This is your mission. Should you choose to accept it, you will be contacted by an agent as appropriate.
Of course, if the party goes the way I hope it does (and expect it will), no one’s going to be spending much time in their respective hotels/apartments/lodgings.
I call dibs on the living room walls! I’ve never painted with oils before, but there’s this murel-sized impressionist piece inside of me that’s just dying to get out.
I think I’ll call it, “A Day at the Stockyard”. You do like red, don’t you?
:rummaging thru nail polish, eyeliner and cosmetics:
Lessee Autumn frost for thinksnow
Super red for ** Superdude**
Robin’s egg blue for ** Mrblue92**
City Night’s for Manhattan
Dizzy for ** Uncle Beer**
Oh hell this is too complicated.
:dumps everything into a LARGE duffel bag:
I’ll just take an assortment and we can work out the details of who gets what when I get there.
BTW, Mermaid, I’ve got some Kiss My Face[sup]tm[/sup] Shaving Lotion that works divinely. I’ll bring it along…just in case. Oh, and I’ve got a great royal blue that’d be great for mrblue.
makes reminder to pack extra soap and possibly some strong solvents
think: Of course I would paint the sky with a nice azure tinge, but artistic integrity demands that you can’t really have a stockyard without copious amounts of bloody entrails and gory decapitated carcasses.
On second thought, it might be better to paint this in your dining room rather than in the living room.
For the bedroom, I was thinking an H. R. Giger-inspired alien motif.
I dunno, mrblue. I’m thinking that think would enjoy your artistic representation for the bedroom more along the lines of this, this one, or maybe this one.
Well, I do like that last one and the first one kinda reminds me…well, of a butterfly more than a bunny, but I managed to work you inthere anyway
WARNING for those at work: you might want to check your back before opening those links up there ('course, if you’re reading my post, you prob’ly already checked hers so nevermind.)
Honestly I haven’t painted since I was a little kid, and the only “artsy” things I done even close to recently are simple graphite drawings that take me forever to do with any semblence of realism. But I’d love to learn to paint some time. And since I’m sure think has a few big, boring, monotone walls…
I must have missed something somewhere, but I had no idea mrblue was going to be attending this shindig.
Oh don’t misunderstand–this is indeed a GOOD thing. I like mrblue very much indeed. But mural painting? Fer cryin’ out loud, mrblue, would you PULEEZE just give it up and act corrupted like the rest of us?
Well, since syrup’s already covered, I guess I’ll have to pack a jar of Nutella and a paintbrush.
If they’d taught things like this in high school art, I’d have an exhibition at the Met by now. Either that or I’d weigh 400 pounds and have extremely messy sheets.
Uh, I think I should stop talking now. I’m getting dangerously close to a “cordial moment” and I haven’t had any of the stuff since FlintDope.
