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In complete defiance of the terrible portents associated with the dread date of 06/06/06 (as well as the less-terrible association with the dread date of 1944/06/06), I proceeded out my front door today to meet with some acquaintances from my Intro to Drawing class for some friendly figure drawing. I decided to leave early — we were meeting at 4 and it usually takes less than an hour to get over there, so I left at 1:50 – thinking that I could drop off an erroneously-sent gift card at the office from which it came before we met. Having given myself an hour to spare, I made the meeting ... with ten minutes to spare. By both speedwalking and outright running while carrying a large Masonite board, a smaller-but-still-largish sketchbook, and a toolbox full of art supplies.
Ironically, I was the first to arrive.
Anyway, the group of us (in the end, only 4) soon appropriated an unoccupied studio. The models that ... well, I'll call him "Our Fearless Leader", for convenience of narrative &ndsah; he was the one who got everyone's emails at the end of the semester to set these things up. Anyway, the models that Our Fearless Leader had contacted about working for us all proved unavailable, so we merely rotated sitting up on the model stand, Our Fearless Leader once again taking the first move. I then went up second, and the third in our group (who, in keeping with the tone of this production, I will dub the Cute Asian Girl) followed me.
However, in the middle of the Cute Asian Girl's turn, an art teacher showed up, and revealed that an advanced drawing class was held in the room starting at 6:10, although she added that we needn't move, as they weren't using the model stand today. (We moved.) What she also informed us of, however, was that the class would be having a model in from 6:30 to (insert time here – I forgot) for her class starting next week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and that she had no objections to the presence of a few extra artists beyond those in her small class. We were all interested at this news; Our Fearless Leader has already stated that he plans to attend.
In any case, we moved, and the Cute Asian Girl finished her poses. At that point, we checked the time (6:15), and mutually decided to depart. The fourth member of the party, the Nice Blonde Girl, who lives in my general direction, offered me a ride home, which I gratefully accepted.
...and that's m'dad, showing up with takeout downstairs. Ciao!
Ironically, I was the first to arrive.
Anyway, the group of us (in the end, only 4) soon appropriated an unoccupied studio. The models that ... well, I'll call him "Our Fearless Leader", for convenience of narrative &ndsah; he was the one who got everyone's emails at the end of the semester to set these things up. Anyway, the models that Our Fearless Leader had contacted about working for us all proved unavailable, so we merely rotated sitting up on the model stand, Our Fearless Leader once again taking the first move. I then went up second, and the third in our group (who, in keeping with the tone of this production, I will dub the Cute Asian Girl) followed me.
However, in the middle of the Cute Asian Girl's turn, an art teacher showed up, and revealed that an advanced drawing class was held in the room starting at 6:10, although she added that we needn't move, as they weren't using the model stand today. (We moved.) What she also informed us of, however, was that the class would be having a model in from 6:30 to (insert time here – I forgot) for her class starting next week, on Tuesdays and Thursdays, and that she had no objections to the presence of a few extra artists beyond those in her small class. We were all interested at this news; Our Fearless Leader has already stated that he plans to attend.
In any case, we moved, and the Cute Asian Girl finished her poses. At that point, we checked the time (6:15), and mutually decided to depart. The fourth member of the party, the Nice Blonde Girl, who lives in my general direction, offered me a ride home, which I gratefully accepted.
...and that's m'dad, showing up with takeout downstairs. Ciao!
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