LiveJournal Ketchup Part Deux
Last Friday night we went to Zane's grandparents' house on the beach at Breezy Point, which is in Queens. It is inaccessible by any public transportation, so we had to get a ride. The original plan was for Lisa to drive us out on Friday night, but due to some unforeseen circumstances involving a boy and Astoria that I did not completely understand, it was not to be. Fortunately, Zane got his dad Ralph to drive us.
Ralph is a very unique individual, and meeting him will explain a lot about Zane to anyone who was wondering. On the way, he told us a few stories. One was about how before Zane was born, he would go to Breezy, get up at 6am, smoke a joint and run naked along the beach. He had to do this at 6am because Breezy Point is also known as "Boozy Point" because it is full of constantly drunk firemen and cops and they are too hung over at 6am to care about some stoned and naked hippie running along the shore. The next story was about him walking all the way home when got back from the Navy. It was a long walk. The story after that was about a time he and Zane were getting a ride from this trucker for some reason and when Zane's leg grazed the trucker's, he barked at him "DON'T TOUCH THE DRIVER!!!". I think they were on their way to a Boy Scout Jamboree.
Once we got there, we soon realized no one else was coming and we were to be alone for the night. The next day was the start of Zane's rescheduled birthday D&D extravaganza weekend. We walked Ginger along the beach, which is always fun, especially at night when no one can see her peeing and give us dirty looks. Then we ate some gross, week-old lasagna that Zane's mom and grandma had left there for us. It was good the week before, but by the time we got to it, it was dag nasty.
The next day, people started to arrive late in the afternoon due to a fallen tree in the road or some such thing. Lisa and I took her dog Chibi and my dog Ginger down to the more deserted parts of the beach so they could run around. Ginger kept antagonizing Chi so I had to keep her on the leash. I don't think Chi has seen that much open space before, because she kept gallopping up and down the shore, back and forth, over and over. It was pretty adorable. When we got back, we hosed down the dogs and our feet and the D&Ders got down to business. This was my cue to exit. I decided to start working on the Beethoven portrait I promised Paul in lieu of visiting Detroit this summer, since I didn't have enough money to visit him and Paul is the biggest (probably only) Beethoven fan I know. The boy even wants to own a coffee shop named after him someday. Now that's love.
Anyway, I spent all day Saturday listening to the Beethoven mix Paul gave me while working on the Beethoven painting and it came out pretty good, I think. I mailed it out the Paul today and he will eventually scan it or take a picture of it and when he does, I will post it. I based the image off a picture of Beethoven's death mask and some other painting of Ole 'Wig. It felt excellent to make art again, especially art I genuinely liked and felt proud of. After I finished Paul's Beethoven portrait, I started another painting/drawing that Zane liked so much, it's now framed and hanging on our wall. It's an image of a small chubby red cyclops inside a cave holding a green mask while a mob of angry adult cyclopses are clamoring at the entrance, naked, with torches. I like it. After all that artmaking, I was very tired and went to bed. D&D was still going on at that point.
The next day, someone made some french toast that tasted like an old dog's wet ass and I ate it because I was that hungry. I think the reason why it tasted so bad is because it was made of bread from the house's freezer and that means it is of indeterminate age. We found steaks over a year old in that freezer, to give you an idea of just how old that food conceivably might be. The only reason we knew how old the steaks were was because some nice person put post-its on their packages of the dates they were bought. I tried to make another painting but I was too hungry and had a bad pain in my back so I lay down in the bedroom most of the day instead. I started to get depressed by the lack of human contact for two straight days. Then Zane went and made me some awesome guacamole and I felt better after eating it. It was very tasty.
I wish I could live at Breezy all the time. There was nothing to do but paint and other creative things. I made more art that weekend than I have in the last 6 months or a year. If we had a car we could at least go there every weekend. We might start thinking about getting a car for that among other reasons. We could live there over the winter once our lease is up if we get a car.
I have some Thai food waiting for me and I'm starving, so no more livejournal tonight.