I should not be allowed in public.

Pants and I had such a lovely date last night. We went to the DIA for a free visit with Whistler's Mother and some other work in the Whistler Exhibit.

It was a work related event and there was free salty snack mix and free drinks and good conversation with people Pants works with. I saw a father I wanted to meet so badly when I spotted him wearing his baby in a Baby Bjorn while having a beer. I would have felt funny drinking while wearing the Bjorn, so I had great respect for him, because really is there a time you need a drink more than when you're a guy and you're wearing a six month old on your chest like a tumor?

The exhibit was great, except that next to the painting of Whistler's mother was a board with a few quotes from her. Language has changed so much in a century and here's proof:

Whistler's mother describes the process of painting her portrait to a friend, "....at one or two difficult points I heard him ejaculate, 'No, I can't get it right!'......"

I realize how immature it is to laugh, but I could not help it. She said ejaculate for the love of God. Mostly I didn't laugh I wrote it down as though I was quite moved by what I was reading so I could share it later.

Oh, the paintings were intriguing also.

While walking through the museum a bit we read about some upcoming design changes coming to our art museum. It seems Michael Graves is working on the project.

Logan said, "You mean that guy from Target?" Which I'm sure has actually been said outloud in the museum, and not in jest.

After we were through at the museum we decided to eat dinner at Union Street just down Woodward. The lighting in Union Street is a lovely red tone and it made me forget about my inexplicable hair and the fact that we don't get to go to Union Street with our friends once a week anymore on a Tuesday night just because someone called and 'What the hell?'....we had lovely conversation and drove home down Woodward looking for some signs of hope...and we did see some glimmers of hope that our city won't always look like an abandoned war zone.

Unfortunately, we didn't see enough glimmering to inspire us to move into the city, so we did as is terribly typical. We crossed over 8 mile back to the comfort of our suburban life.

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[Texas T-Bone]

Friends don't let friends drink and Bjorn (says so on the box!).

Language has changed a lot. I still chortle, though, when anyone today says something like "erected a building" or "erected a statue." I think you can get arrested for indecent exposure for doing either one. And don't have a baby strapped to you when you try!

[pinky]

If I ever visit my folks again, I'm going to have to meet you, girly. Because anyone who would say "wearing a six month old on his chest like a tumor" is too funny to not meet.