After a long day spent in the cotton mines of American Apparel, several co-workers and I organized a ritual imbibing of liquids and mastication of wheat, meat and other various compounded edibles. Certain amicable fellows were present such as Austin Bousley of the infamous Vallon and Taylor McVay of the House of Quality.
Other art bureaucrats included Benjamin Clay Lee and Travis England--and yes, they do have quite regal names. New Castle and Longtrail beers were provided and home made tomato sauce with sausage, meatballs and chicken cutlets were delivered via hidden ancestral trails. Fancy cheese and baguettes were present, but continually scoffed at as the cheese proceeded to literally deflate immediately upon arrival.
Here, we see that the festivities were not all merry--a brooding fork strike accompanied by a sullen, downcast, stare left us all in a state of bewilderment.
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