It was quite a parade of events and spectacular mishaps when there was me, my most prized and valuable art supplies duck taped tightly up in a large plastic bin and about approximately $3,000 worth of paintings left at baggage check. Oh, did I mention that I left my lab top at LAX security since I was so scatter brained about detail, details, detail?Well, I didn't notice that the little white compu wasn't packed back up from the main security check (ya know the x-ray part) since I let my chatter-boxness get into a conversation with one of the security guys about tattoos. He was into the fact I was an artist (I did happen to tell nearly everyone I came across that I had an art show and that is why I am traveling today) and had drawn up some tattoo drafts in the past..think the Hawthorne bridge and some roses...so we got into a dialogue about his vision: a lion holding a cub in his mouth. Instantly, I was thrown in my memory back to Erin's house pre presidental debate one, makers in had, on the couch where her sister had showed me a great book she had given Erin that was a collection of turn of the century drawings that catalogued all forms of life. She herself had taken an image of a tiger and had it tattooed in color onto her inner biceps, which by the way is radical, and totally gave me hope of being able to render something great for this security guys newest tattoo. Push came to shove he took my card and walked off leaving my laptop in a grey tub on the x-ray belt. Crap, right?
No, the left computer wasn't noticed missing until waking up in Portland and opening my backpack to pull it out first thing after walking up properly true to "snuggle puddle" form at Daniella's house (shout out to Danker!)...instantly bugging I get LAX Lost and Found on the phone in less than 20 minutes. So, on the line with Cedric at the lost and found he needs to get my info...
Cedric: "Alright, miss can you spell your name for me?"
Me: "Yes, L-as in love. O-as in over. R-R. A-as in art. I as in igloo. E as in ernest. (sigh)"
Cedric: "Ughh, whoa, really did you just do that? Girl your deeply physiologically entrenched in this doom persona. Love can't be over."
When Cedric called me back after the lost and found received their shipment of high sensative found items this first thing that came from the ear piece on my little red cell was, "LOVE IS BACK ON!"
