Serial Slow Dancer

You’d hardly recognize me if you knew me in fourth grade. I was awkward, didn’t know how to dress (umm helllo hand-me-down jorts from broseph), was entirely too nice for my own good, had those super-stylish straight across bangs, and thought I was really good at singing.

Kidding, that’s exactly who I am now, except that I know I can’t sing but I do it anyways, especially while shopping. (Mom: “Morgan, stop it – you’re embarrassing yourself.” Me: “Nope, I believe I am embarrassing yeeeewwww.”)

But let’s go back to fourth grade. Some background info: I’d just gotten my cat, Callie (and after the first night begged my mom to just take her back to the store because she wouldn’t shut up and I needed my damn beauty sleep). I had also just visited Disney World for the first time and came back plastered with temporary tattoos that remained on my body for quite some time because I was incredible at life and terrible at bathing, apparently. I had dreams that involved Billy Ray Cyrus serenading me from the bottom of the staircase, and in my sleeping-but-happy stupor, I may or may not have sleep-walked to the bottom only to realize that life is never that good.  And because I was such a babe, I had no idea how to interact with boys. I know right – hard to believe that this guru on all things relationship-y (relationshitty? Sorry, ma) could have problems – but believe it.

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So what if I’m sketchy

People. Peoplepeoplepeoplepeople. They are everywhere, huh.

I took an art class last night where I drew some of these people. What’s special about the art class is (points fer yall who’ve been following along via facebook and know what I’m about to say) that it took place in a pub. A wonderful, dark, seedy, gritty, delicious little pub with stained glass windows, a bunch of nooks, a couple crannies (crannys?), and a man wearing a beret who played a card game against himself. And no, it was not solitaire.

You know what pubs do, right? Yeah, they serve you BEER and you get to DRINK IT and if you take this class, or just like to be weird on your own, you can SKETCH PEOPLE from a DISTANCE, all WHILE THEY EAT/DRINK/ARE MERRY as YOU are SIMULTANEOUSLY EATING AND DRINKING AND BEING MERRY. Excuse my somewhat excessive use of all caps but I can’t be the only person that gets excited about this. They call it “sketching” for a reason…because we’re effing sketchy.