flatstock day 2

woke again, still in texas.

geoff, di and i hopped in the car and (after stopping at jo's for turbos) headed to the convention center hotel for the group meeting with jody, for goodall gallery business. good meeting, no new surprises. light brunch foods, guy burwell hilarity. rob jones installs an edge of the surreal in all experiences.

we all trooped over to FS, and got set up for another day. i don't know what was wrong, but i sold a very small number of prints. at the end of the day, i had taken a little more that 10% of what i made the day before.

after 6, everyone headed to obsolete industries for the annual bbq. we sat with jason munn, dirk fowler, brady and lindsey from hammerpress, bryce mccloud and other folks. a little hispanic girl on the other side of the fence was toting around a chihuahua pup like it was a barbie. i borrowed fucik's bike and rode a couple blocks down to cafe mondi (or something) and got brownies for the table.

upon returning, someone mentioned that micah was still at the convention center, and that the doors to FS were unlocked, with folks going in and out. geoff, kendra and i tore over there, and, after emptying the room (again), found security to lock the place down. back to the party.

di and i soon got worned, so we took the mini and headed home and to bed. puppy, snoring.

we drifted in and out of sleep, unsure of the time, and never really getting properly into bed. late, the puppy started barking and carrying on, refusing to go to sleep. i took him out into the yard, and saw the lights in the coach house on, meaning everyone else was home. we tried to keep him quiet, but this only worked intermittently.

at 3am, geoff, yancy, grzeca and farley arrived, and geoff was in extremely fine form. hilarious, he jumped on di in bed, ran out to the coach house and jumped on the canadians, said hilarious stuff, and was beet red.

eventually, everyone settled in for a real sleep.