Art Fair and Writer's Block

Holy crow (like it? People say it around here. I think it's fun) it's been a while since I've updated. Sorry about that! Every time life gets interesting, I seem to forget about the internet and especially blogs. There's so much to talk about. I hope I can do everything justice. Life has been incredibly interesting these past few weeks. There's a lot to talk about, and a lot I hope I remember!

First, the art fair. I had no clue what I was getting into with that one. I figured the art fair was like a Friday night on Myrtle Ave- vendors selling slightly-overpriced, but well-made crafts and such, food from many of the restaurants around Downtown, a bunch of people walking around... and not enough to see to occupy an entire day. Well, three out of four of those was correct. Art fair is HUGE. Like.. takes up entire blocks of streets and all of downtown HUGE. There were vendors of all shapes and sizes selling art of the same. Everyone who's anyone (or even some no ones) were there showing off what they had made over the past year. It was so overwhelming! I could only think of how great it would be to have a booth there, and show off my own work. I know it would take years to make so much, but it's definitely a cool goal to have in the meantime.

That day Crysta and I also found my new hangout spot- Connor O'Neil's Pub. Outside is blue and quite welcoming, but inside feels like I've stepped into the past... or into a Lord of the Rings-era tavern. Filled with dark wood, rustic tables, and old Post Office furniture from who knows when, O'Neil's is absolutely perfect. It's so befitting of fantasy, that I have to use it in some story. I sit in there and expect to see all sorts of shady characters making unspeakable plans up against the painted and mural-ed walls. One of these days I'll have to go in with the intention to write.

The afternoon of the art fair was by far my favourite part, however. Just as we walked out of a closing Borders (RIP), it started to pour. I mean, rain harder than anything back home can produce. Crysta and I ran for the car, but there was nothing we could've done to prevent how soaked we got. It was SO much fun! Yes, Pina Colada song, I DO like getting caught in the rain. It was exciting to be stuck in such a downpour. Weather is awesome (you know, original sense of the word).

It's difficult now to even remember what happened after the art fair. I want to say camping, but honestly... that might have happened before the fair.


In any case, I'll be handling it in another entry. I haven't felt like writing at all lately, and everything I write sounds terrible. Hopefully I'll feel better the closer I get to school.