The Poet's Group commandeered six or seven tables last night to celebrate two birthdays.
     Pizza was served, along with some other food, which I didn't touch.  I didn't even know whose birthdays it was.

     The Poets might have more pizza tonight.  I've seen them do it two nights in a row before.

     Poets always get in my way.  If it isn't them standing in the middle of the aisle talking loud, or just taking up space, the smell of food permeates the bar, which makes people think more about food, and less about art.
    
     I need people thinking about art.  Specifically, my art, so they will buy it.  I don't need the smell of 'Meat Lovers Pizza' around.

     Anyway, I think as poets they do more talking than writing, but that is just my opinion.  Though, a couple of people I know agree with me.

     Meanwhile, I was trying to avoid 'White Wine Jessica' all night, and then she talked to me, and we had a polite conversation.  I was friendly to her, and showed her my lighter that has an attachment that makes a 'pop' sound when you pull it off the lighter.
   

     Some people showed up for my napkin art, so I hung out with them.  I produced some Lego napkin art for this nice lady who I met before.  Then her friend bought some napkin art, so I was happy.

     Earlier in the evening, the two nice stripper girls from Europe talked to me.  They want to come paint with me sometime, and I said, "You are welcome to do that any time."
     They are very attractive ladies, and nice people, too.

     I usually don't sell much on Wednesdays at all, so I was happy.

     Also, Charlie hung out, and it was a good time.