Parallax

No, that is not a typo. I'm stealing the word from copperbadge. Which is amusing because copper does feature into this Adventur.

Sunday, bleukarma and I decided to go have an Adventur Day, which is like a normal day in that we go do stuff without planning it. Unlike normal days though, when we come up with silly ideas of things to do, we'll do them despite the silliness.

Sunday's Adventur started with an art show. At least, we thought it was an art show. Bleu saw an advertisement for it somewhere, proposed that we go, and the motion was carried two to nothing.

First of all, it was misnamed, because it wasn't exactly an art show. There was a bit of art outdoors, done by Travelling Professionals -- you know what I mean when I say this? They had tents, they came prepared. Likely they, whoever they were, do lots of outdoor shows and various other gigs at which to peddle their wares. There was also a small stand offering fried food of unknown variety; we could smell the oil. (Though it was hard to, with the bay evaporating across the street; did I mention this record heat wave? Can I have just one summer where I do not mention record heat waves? CLIMATE CHANGE IS REAL, FOLKS.)

Indoors, things were a bit different. It was not an Art Show, but a Craft Show. It was a Show of Crafts done by Women Of A Certain Age, who in their youth had, all of them, been Stepford Wives. Society Wives, you know? Every single person there had at least twenty-five years and about five income brackets on us.

That's right, folks: Bleu and Indi had just crashed a party at the Women's Club. And nobody offered us canapes.

( Did you see the butt? )

Our next ADVENTUR, I think, will happen at Ikea, where at least we know what to expect.