I can’t seem to figure out how to let RebL and SuzArt log on and comment, but I’m sure working on it, even if RebL is upset about something I’ve written and wants everyone to know she’s much more funny than I’ve portrayed her. And, of course, she’s right as rain. SuzArt is also funny and no doubt has things to say that would be “helpful” in a nuclear war kind of way. Ladies, my abject apologies. I am really doing my best to get it fixed ASAP. Webmater Dennis! Front and Center! No more lame excuses. We want action YESTERDAY!!!

The Social Whirl

Went to the 12 X 12 show last night in Bricktown. Glittering, as always. I took tickets at the door for my volunteer duties and so I could see all the bods in gladrags go by and meet and greet The Gang of 500 that attends such events.

First up was Dr. K_____ W_____ (name withheld to protect the innocent), stunning in her red full length dress and shawl. I saw her early on in the evening and even though she’s an X and I’m still hurt and mad at her, for some reason I couldn’t stand to see her standing alone in front of the UCO jazz band and took her in my arms and danced with her for a moment. K, I still love you and miss you and I still pray for the willingness to get over it.

Brooks Tower, master of mosaic, and his S.O., the gorgeous, brilliant and very tall Deb 2000, were there celebrating the fact that they had just been notified that they had won a Ford Focus. We ARE the whirled, Brooks. Congratulations.

Have I mentioned that I just adore Julia Kirk of OVAC, who corralled me into the gig?

Diane Glenn was there, but I’m irked at her for failing to fawn over and kiss me even though she knows I think she’s terrific.

George Oswalt was there with his bride, Debbie Allen. He had a lovely submission called “Costa Rica”, commemorating their recent honeymoon in the tropics.

John Brandenberg and his S.O. appeared, making the second night in a row I’d seen him as a result of also running into him at JRB Art on the Paseo where a full room of his work is hanging this month.

Partied briefly with SuzArt and her escort, the always dapper The Gary. They arrived late, but with effect.

Lawyers were everywhere, including Bill Bleakley and Doug Parr and John Mc and Garvin Issacs, who had submitted a nicely realized portrait as his 12X12.

I stood at the doorway for a time with David LeCrone II, who promises me he will send some of his visual art work to me by email. Nice to meet you, David. Get with it!!

My faux adopted daughter, Adrienne Nobles, also from UCO was flitting about being competent and didn’t believe me when I told her I thought she was the best looking woman in the room, but it’s a matter of taste and I can decide for myself who I think is beautiful. Just like a faux adopted daughter to be a willful child. Her constant companion from work, Lori, was also there, but disappeared from my view as quickly as she showed up.

Margaret Walsh and Bill Struby — HI guys! Friday night dinner and Sat. night art show? People will talk — were there and I really liked Bill’s red dog submission because it was funny and bright.

Mara and Clint were there and what a fine, dark dark dark couple they make.

Michael Hoffner, dressed in his de rigeur black, towered over his companions, neck craning to focus his trendy glasses all around, presumably to ward off the dangers of appearing in public.

In knots all over the room were the models, photogs, hairdressers and makeup artists from Elastic Cafe, but the redoubtable Juliet Hutton, head of the agency, was no where to be found. I finally tracked her down interviewing another new male model (Hi, Nathan, glad to meet ya) at a dead dead dead Flip’s. It was wonderful to spend my afterparty with Juliet but she does keep late hours and tortures me with her unavailability.

I don’t want the above to indicate that Flip’s is “over”. It was dead because last night was also the opening of Nova, the new restaurant on Western that’s gone in between VZDs and Sushi Neko. The word I get is that Nova is part of the Deep Fork people and that the owners want to use the place as a springboard for a TV show. ???? The red velvet rope was brought out for the opening and that’s a new twist for Western eateries.

I almost forgot that I saw Lexi and Nick last night and how nice it was to catch up with old friends from my Heritage Hall days. Lexi is more beautiful than ever and Nick is healing up a hurt foot suffered in a rooftop knife fight. It’s his story and he’s sticking to it, whether it makes sense to you or not. I hope someday that Lexi gets brave enough to let people see her artwork. It’s exciting and I think she’s one of the most talented young painters in Oklahoma City, but she’s shy and hates to let go of her “babies”.

RANT

Today, I shall have words with my friends who own Galileo’s and Isis. The bartender at Isis last night charged me nearly $20 for a Kier Royal made with one of those excremental little cans of Sophia champagne. He tried to put the concoction in a martini shaker and martini glass!!!! I paid the tab because there’s no sense arguing with a bartender overwhelmed with last call tabs and I know his feet had to hurt and blah blah blogblah. Nevertheless, Sandy will get an earful from me later today.

Michi Susan at JRB

Michi Susan’s work at JRB opened Friday. I just absolutely adore her work. For that matter, I adore the artist. Anyway, she has some very brightly colored large works showing that use a textured technique with oil that really works for me in addition to her heavily Asian influenced “Poem” series that I would gobble up by the wallfull had I the pocketbook to match my tastes and avariciousness. Someone needs to say how good a job Joy R B is doing with that gallery and how much it contributes to the Paseo. Kudos.

Erika West

I spent Friday night in the company of a woman whose blog/net personna is Erika West. Do you know the phrase “s/he had me at hello”? I picked her up about 7 p.m. and she came down the stairs in a black and white outfit that floored me. Strappy little Joan Crawford “fuck me” pumps. Her hair was flowing down across her shoulders darkly and her light eyes shown out electricly. YUM!!!! We did the JRB show quickly (we were behind the curve set by the rest of the crowd) and “Erika” had really insightful, interesting things to say about the art that set me a-quiver because there’s so little of that around. We went to dinner at Flip’s with a few others and shared the always good lobster ravioli. I knew I wasn’t the only one stunned by how great she looked when I noticed all the dawgs at the table yapping everytime she opened her mouth. I hope to see more of her, but her schedule is killer — she teaches 10 (ten!) adjunct classes at several local colleges and works 12 hour days at times. Maybe it’s my Age of Aquarians.

lazy gene kicks in

I’ll write more later of a more public and political vein, but I’ve just been overcome by my lazy gene and have gone lax.