The Scotto Grotto (org)

I had a wonderful day with the bro, a photo album, unsorted available here.

Seriously… we are bluntman and chronic. (though we don’t smoke the pot, these days.)

Time was spent visiting the art museum, the jazz brunch on riverwalk, the science museum for a lovely lunch (veggie subs at subway, his treat. 🙂 yum!) looking around at the library and the local churches, some run down buildings, a really neat underground bookstore (where I saw a RAW bok I’d never seen before…and will be back to get it payday) to get some iced tea and milk-duds, and los olas (which was a huge block party getting ready for the superbowl… people were still jovially buzzing, but there were lots of cops out and about for the dingalings that are bound to arrive with more booze or scoring happening on the wrong sides. dozens of couches and large screen TVs (REALLY LARGE, MOVIE SCREEN LARGE) were placed at the four corners of riverwalk, with plenty of brew, food and good vibes. I twas a little hot, but not too bad. Big laugh of the day, playing secret agent, taking pictures in the art gallery… a big no-no… we didn’t use any flash, so some of the pics are a little muddy, but I didn’t want to hurt any paintings or attract attention. Laughter reighned supreme with thumbprints…. a portrait of a woman, totally made of thumbprints… we created a whole history of a psycho artist kneeling over the canvas, naked except for a leather apron, giggling madly, and sticking his thumb on an inkstamp, and then to the page…. He was half gollum, half hannibal lechter.

At the library a rent-a-cop hassled me about taking pictures…out the window! Fark his noise.

I’m back now, and enjoying some applesauce, looking for non-football on TV. I got some serious sun.

And now, the obligatory Newtie pic of the day.