i had my art show on friday night. the flyer mistakenly said friday, september 30th, and it was the 29th, and i am blaming the slight attendance on this fact alone. but there was a chance to talk to people and more cheese for everyone who came. ed brought two checks in anticipation of buying artwork, but the two that he wanted were some of my faves and i didn't want to sell them, so i told him i would just keep them on the walls of his apt. i am over there all the time anyway. i think he's going to give me a set of keys. i pretty much decided not to give back one of his street parking permits a few weeks ago. now i don't have to go upstairs and then downstairs every time i park around his house. and his apt is on the 4th floor, and the elevator is super slow. andy k was altered in la as he was riding up and was all, "WHAT FLOOR DOES HE LIVE ON!?!?!?" bc it felt like we'd been in the elevator for a year and a day. and i said "27" and he was like WTF?!?! then he remembered we are in la where there aren't really many tall buildings and if there are, we certainly didn't go into one and he looked at the wall and there were only 5 buttons or so and then he realized i had been funning him. but whenever we get in the elevator and it feels slow me or ed will say WHAT FLOOR DO YOU LIVE ON?!?! oh, at the art show, ed helped to make the amount of alcohol imbibed appear as if the gallery had been filled to max capacity w/ thirsty winos. ed got super drunk and at one point he went into the kitchen to get something (presumably a drink). the kitchen has a swinging door. like in a restaurant, from the kitchen, it has no handles - just those push plates and you push through it every time you walk through it. ed was so drunk that he couldn't figure out how to get out of the kitchen, and then we heard him scratching at the door push plate to try and pry it open but he couldn't get a good grip on it. then after a few minutes it became silent, and then he tried scratching again. meghan and i could hear this all on the other side of the door, where we were laughing and talking about how ed couldn't figure out the door. and then we hear ed knock to be let out! and we laughed some more. later on when we went in there ed was sitting on the counter drinking a beer and i asked what happened and he said "i was trapped"