a little red paint goes a long way...

so shanshan has inspiration hit. she goes down to her studio to work on a new painting. at 1:30am in the morning i convince her we should go to bed since we have meeting at 9am. we start getting ready to shut our eyes and she screams! she had stepped on a red tube of paint and it was all over her shoes. she walked into the house, up the stairs and was putting things away for 10 minutes before realizing how many places you can make footprints in 10 minutes. aaaaaaaahhhhhhhhh! so after awhile of finding red paint wherever we look, we decide we will have to deal with it tomorrow. in the morning we continue to find red all over including clothes, chairs, more clothes, stairs. pretty much anything that rhymes had red paint in the general area.

so we decide we need to get out of the house from our red frustrating day/night. we decide to go to a reception showing nick vacarro's work. we enter the eatery to find more blue hair than picasso's blue period. i think the median age was around 75. now don't get me wrong, i have no problem and in fact enjoy any age group, but we are sticking out like a sore thumb. after signing in we are greeted by far the two youngest in the group who is around 50-60. we introduce ourselves. they say, how did you know the pucketts? oh...um...well...we were invited to see the nick vicarro paintings. oh, i don't know nick. i would like to meet him. shanshan says. um...well maybe so. she didn't happen to mention he passed away in the last few years. so we are ushered over to meet mr. and mrs. puckett. they seem to be having their 60th wedding anniversary in conjunction to the viewing of nick vicarro's paintings. they smiled and were very kind, and we quickly went to the punch bowl with the kids. we sat at a table with 4 others. they were very kind. one of the hosts comes over to figure out how we know the pucketts as they can't quite remember how they know us, but with everything going on and so forth. we...um...know nick and he...um...well they...invited us tonight. so we continue to exchange social niceties with our very kind table partners. we get involved in some random party pics. we smiley nicely and pose. i mentioned how the punch was very delicious and enjoyed the fact that you could eat the fruit after drinking the liquid. i think there was a nice murmur, or maybe i thought i heard something like this. shanshan says quietly to me something about this was a famous artist who knew nick? i said that we might not want to figure out why we are here, as the reason might be called crashing a party. our kids start to have behavior problems and shanshan, takes them over to get some cheese. the wife of the 60th anniversary, asks her again how she knows us, as she is blocking the grub. shanshan decides that she might come clean and say that she is not sure, how we are connected in any way shape or form. anyway...the kids are acting up too much and i might be running out of conversation ideas with our table buddies. shanshan takes a look at the paintings while dragging the kids by the arms and makes a bolt for the door. i decide i better follow, and as politely as possible excuse myself. i think i was asked about 10 times how i knew the pucketts. so out the door we go. on to the next party, a bar mitzvah down the street...with red paint on our shoes.