Art Camp

This past weekend I went to art camp. And let me tell you, art camp as an adult is wayyy better than art camp when you are 12. Art camp when you are 12 should be fun, but you are too serious and adult like to enjoy the fun stuff and no one is really nice to each other. Art camp as an adult doesn't have those problems. Seriously, beer and hot glue, glitter, feathers, high tech cameras, sequence and fake fruit/meat: what could be better!

Coordinating all the Texas artists to converge for a weekend in park shelters, just like real artcamp, was Jill Pangallo. Check out her work, it set the tone for the weekend, and if I had met her before seeing her work and then meeting Nancy, her art counselor alter-ego I would think that she was a normal person. Nohegan, artcamp for grownups (who professionally do art, mostly) is Slamdance to Skowhegan's Showdance. And, as if often the case, the parody is more fun (as the Austin Chronicle will concur). I guess Skowhegan is sort of a big deal?

Since I don't really do art any more I was just as much into the camping part. Texas has been a little hotter earlier this year (as Peggy will tell you, we've had record highs), so it was really hot to camp, even in May. Almost too hot, but there was a springs, so we survived. I went swimming twice a day and took quite a few cold showers. We made s'mores, and David and I were the novelty of the camp when we busted out the veggies to grill and made pans of sweet potatoes, rather than par for the course veggie dogs on sticks. And what is better than a marinated, grilled mushroom with a cold beverage after a day of swimming and hiking (to the swimming hole)?

I'll tell you what's better. All that, plus someone playing acoustic guitar and singing Side B of Abbey Road, and a couple (who might be the cutest ever) singing a duet of a grocery list for HEB that included both harmonizing and the line "Central Market is too bougie."