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I found some pretty metal labels for Port, Gin, and Vodka at my work the other day (I also hid in a small silver pin of gecko to add to my pin cloth once I get it back from my folks). This of course meant that I needed to get some bottles of such for my closet. (I’m puting off getting the vodka because I don’t really know anything I would like to mix it with without creating a substantial collection of alcohol and mixes.) This is the first time I have had this kind of gin (It comes with a little bowler hat to put on top) and I would have to say that it is fairly good to the cheap forms I have had in the past.

I have once again started working on the painting for my parents by inking in some windows in the distant buildings to give dimension to the square buildings. I started this the other night while having a wine and art night with Dustin and Natasha, but realized soon after starting that I had already had too much wine to attempt to ink, so just had the line work penciled out. Hopefully I can finish this painting soon and perhaps give it as a holiday gift.

I was planning to go to a birthday party for my coworker Seth with Brenna tonight, but I think we might just be skipping the birthday party. She’s been cleaning her apartment supposedly and wants me to come over for more movie watching. I guess that means no more of us falling asleep with the mattress cover on her floor. I’m not sure what film(s) we will be watching this evening.. Brenna seems to have a desire to finish watching all of Dead Like Me though.
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