I attended a friend’s wedding dinner yesterday, I missed the actual wedding though, our secretary was still absent from work and I had to pick my parents up at the airport but these aren’t excuses because I never been so eager attending church weddings.
The wedding dinner was supposed to start at seven in the evening, I arrived an hour later because I didn’t like to be seen coming on time all together with those other rich guests because the couple are kids of both rich families and their guests are all those rich phonies all dressed up like they were going to a cinderella ball. Peter was also at the wedding together with his wife and another high school classmate doc elbert, peter saved me a seat because he knew I always come in late though they were the only people sitting in their table, he smsed me that they were near the door going to the kitchen and Im friends with most of the guards and kitchen staff of this place so I didn’t have trouble passing through the kitchen going to their table, that’s how I wanted to get in anyway. And it was great having our table near the kitchen, I don’t know if peter chose that place on purpose but we’d always get food from the kitchen first. The food was great but if there was anything wrong with the food, it was the stupid idea of how it was presented, there was pork, crabs, shrimps, fish and pigeons but hell they were served anatomically intact, you could hardly pick out any meat from the small pigeon bones much less scrapping roe from crab shells. We also had one whole roasted little pig in our table and I mean the whole of the pig head to tail, you’d have to slice chunks of pork by yourself from the pig and it wasn’t easy slicing while sitting, the table had a second layer that spun and revolved so that the food on the table could go around to everybody, its the lazy susie table contraption but I don’t like to call tables that way, it sounds like there’s some girl procrastinating on your table. Anyway when you were slicing from the little pig, the whole goddam second layer spun alongside the force from the knife that everything in the table rocked and rattled and fell, this was one entry that you wished should have come in pieces, you can even make a head count of how may little pigs died in the wedding and how these poor little pigs probably wish they’d lease one more week with life, so they could live up to the lunar new year and see the glory of their swinehood come the chinese zodiac year of the pig.
Doc’s eyes were getting red and I thought he and peter already drank before I came, but he told me that he just passed on sleeping because he had been having graveyard shifts as the resident doctor of some government hospital. Peter asked him how much is he paid, doc replied “nothing, all I get is just food in the cafeteria.” And he was telling us that the cafeteria would close up on him sometimes because he had to be in the operating room or someplace and he wouldn’t even get his meal, he was laughing though, I’m sure he had more stories to tell from their hospital cafeteria. We decided to sit for a little while after the wedding dinner, I didn’t like to leave altogether with the crowd, it's full of hypocrisy, people would try to look for as much people they know on the way out and stop for a little chat that I feel it would be faster for them to go crawling out from the window than walking out of the main door. Then there was this old man who was passing by who stopped and stared at our table but none of us knew him, I thought he was looking for leftovers when I noticed he was staring at the flower decorations on our table and he was also holding some when I realized he is going after those on our table, I pulled the flowers from our table and asked peter’s wife if she wanted some too. Doc also noticed the old man staring and told me “Lib take the tulips! they’re expensive!”
Everybody was carrying tulips on the way out more than the wedding souvenirs itself.
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Liam gallagher of oasis. When I was in sophomore high I bought one oasis album what's the story? (morning glory), and there's a lot of pretty good songs there. People think this is a painting of sly stallone in his movie cobra less the sub machine gun.
This girl donita who graced the mtv screens some years back, I was drunk and I spilled watercolor into this painting that it took me more time to redo it, made a lot of effort in painting the hair. 
That leslie comedian guy who starred in the naked gun movies, I had to leave brush strokes below because I felt the painting began to look more like a photograph, or was just too drunk to finish it.
One time I lost my yellow watercolor but I painted anyway and this is how it looked, pretty good though, the colors add up to the atmosphere making it more hannibal lecterish.
