

...Where the CHS Choir embarks on a great adventure, participates in a choir clinic, goes rollerskating, and makes it over the state line.
COMPETENT: Adjective; Having the necessary ability, knowledge, or skill to do something successfully.
ECLECTIC: Noun; A person who derives ideas, style, or taste from a broad and diverse range of sources.
HYPHENATE: –noun 1. A person with multiple duties or abilities 2. A person working or excelling in more than one craft or occupation 3. A person who has or performs more than one job or function
Another formulatic movie. I miss Alan Rickman as the bad guy, though.
I went to Teesha Moore's "Play Retreat" at Fort Worden, WA. I did several drawings while there and posted them on a side page called Play Retreat 09.
The Crystal Ballroom was open to the public in celebration of its 95th anniversary, so J. and I went to just look around.
After reading an article in the Mercury, J. and I went to check out the PDX Collective Sale at the Ace Hotel on Sunday. I wanted to see what type of clothes were sold in local trendy boutiques, like Le train Bleu, Moxie and others.
We were invited to Sayler's Old Country Kitchen and had a great dinner.
J. had to attend an informational meeting organized by the Rose Festival Association because she applied and for the Rose Festival Princess program and was found eligible to participate.
M. asked us to take her to Firehouse restaurant for her birthday. M. had wanted to eat there for a long time: Matt, her former boss at New Seasons' is the owner.
I took M. to Todai for her birthday.
I did this cool sketch of a young guy sitting across from me. I thought he looked like an artist.
The Portland French Alliance had a demonstration of how to make a "Galette," the traditional cake for the "Fête des Rois" (this is the day the Wise Men arrived at Jesus' Manger, January 6 according to the Catholic tradition).
I did these sketches while watching the first "Die Hard" (Bruce Willis still had hair!).
Years ago, as I was sitting and drawing a woman who looked a little, let's say, mad (like crazy), she suddenly jumped up from her seat and sat down next to me. I immediately shut my sketchbook. She leaned over my book and asked what I was drawing. I reopened the book at random, relieved she hadn't seen the drawing I'd done of her. Since then, I try to be discreet and to not look too obvious; I don't want someone to get upset with me.