That quote came from T this afternoon, when I stopped by the St. David’s EYC food booth at the Old Pecan Street Arts Festival. T was standing with a friend of hers, who commented on my toenails (I re-did them today in a nice clear royal blue, and they’re still looking new and good). I thanked her, and then T made the comment about my collection. I think her friend was momentarily nonplused, not only because she probably hasn’t any other friends whose fathers wear polish at all, but because her friend’s daddy turned out to be a polish slut. (I am; I admit it; I glory in it.)
In other news, I had a fine time talking for an hour (or maybe it was longer; I broke my watch the other week and haven’t bought another yet) with Hugo-winning artist Brad Foster and his wife, whose name I unfortunately didn’t catch. He and I went to the University of Texas at the same time, although we didn’t know one another then, and when I walked in to his booth, I saw a huge “Guide to the University Area” that he’d drawn for UTmost magazine back in ’78. I commented on remembering when that piece was published, and then we talked about the places on that map that had since disappeared (lots of them), and then we went to talking about retail, and working shows and fairs, and setting up commercial Web sites (he has one that’s been in development for a while, but he can’t find the time to finish the design and coding), and all sorts of other groovy things that we was talkin’ about there on the Group W bench . . . <ahem> . . . sorry. Got carried away a bit there. Had I had $250 I would have sprung for the UTmost map, but right now it’s out of the question. I also wished I could have bought a piece that he calls “The Athenaeum,” but which is a dead ringer for the Library at Unseen University, to my mind.
Captain Nemo removed a yak from the hosta bed. Fnord.
5 Responses to “My dad has the coolest nail polish collection . . . .”