Art Party

Somewhere in between my Cabernet Sauvignon and spinich artichoke dip, I said a few words, stared, circled, and did my utmost to ponder, all the while thinking that this is the one situation in which I'd fit in better if I was wearing a dress and not myself. I was also wondering if I could maybe afford the small section of dry wall that a $900 painting was hanging on. Could I possibly own something that once brushed up against supposed greatness? I would hang that piece of wall on one of my walls at home. The fuchsia room would be the most likely candidate. I could even have a little engraved plate made to go next to it explaining the significance of this memento. Yes, and then I would invite many friends over, and we could talk about my newly acquired ticket to validity, attempt to classify it, or at least stand around uncomfortably......that is until everyone gets really crazy and we all get into an all organic hummus/fresh salsa food fight!!! ART PARTY!!!! WHOOO HOOOO!!!!

Skill

She waxes philosophical while she waxes her Lexus.
She's ambidextrous.