Alex's exhibition



Finally underway to Alex's show, I stop in Claremont to pick up Stephen. The nearly invisible punchline to this images is that there are no less than 3 signs telling you the name of the street.

This license plate makes me want to vomit.

"Wing" did not mean "Wing" as in Alex, but it didn't stop me from being amused.

The man himself. Woot!

I don't know why I so love getting pictures of people with their families. It makes me feel like I'm getting away with something. Older Mr. Wing is eclipsed by Younger Mr. Wing.

Look at what I got away with! Alex and both his parents! In one still!

Look, blurry vegan refreshments! Alex's dad imported the blurry all the way from China.

I opened a can of beverage, then realized it contained sugar. I gave it to Stephen so he could look like Captain Gluttony.

Somebody was looking for a pen, so I offered one. A short time later Alex's dad came back with some kind of smudge on his face. I thought I was imagining it, but pretty soon somebody noticed that the pen was hemorrhaging, and the hands of all the people who'd used it were covered in ink. After they all went to wash their hands, we noticed these suspect smudges on the cushions. We turned them over and they were good as new.

Stephen and I have a long history of getting into trouble with sitting implements.