It rained all Mardi Gras day.
Here’s the scoop on what Mister’s been up to lately.
Dogs in Kingsand, Cornwall
I’ve been sending lots of direct Instagram photos to a group of folks I think would enjoy them most. Usually the pictures are of Mister.
Thanksgiving in New Orleans involves wearing (fancy, if you can) hats to the racetrack early in the day and eating Thanksgiving dinner at a normal time and not at 3pm like the rest of you freaks. That last pic is just to show you the tray (behind the food) with weed on it because we like to treat our guests right.
In New Orleans, if you want to get rid of something but not throw it out, you just put it on your porch and someone is sure to take it home. Two weeks ago I came across my best porch score yet, 20+ wooden frames. I’ve been sanding and painting them, I’ve even got a mat cutter. I reframed my wisdom teeth yesterday (old frame), very excited. (Drawing to the left is by Dre.)
San Sebastián was a nice town. We slept on a roof next to the beach one night, stayed in a private room at a weird, secret hostel for cheap the rest of the week. We ate ice cream twice a day, went to the beach daily, and had tapas for breakfast and dinner five nights in a row. We didn’t like the town at the start of our stay, but it eventually won us over, I even kind of miss it.