Devastated by G and Ts

I did these a while ago while drinking fruity drinks at the Orbit Room. The bartender there is named Alberta and she looks like a cartoon- black tousled pageboy hair, snow-white skin, and cherry red lips, slightly crosseyed, big grin- and I drew her too, but Mykle gave her the drawing. I am a huge fan of the blank-backed coaster- an absorbant, durable, and portable surface for bar-artists like myself.
I can't really believe I am talking about booze since it is 6:15 and I am still devastated from drinking gin at the Casanova (on Valencia...ornamented with those rad 50's paintings of Polynesian girls with blue-highlights in their hair and hanging glass grapes) with Orion last night, who is back from his weekend in So Cal with Michelle. They met each other's mothers, and Michelle met Orion's ex-wife Lauren. Apparently everyone got along famously. It makes me think it is really strange that Mykle and my folks have not yet met. We are going on 3 years here.....

I am keeping a collection in my head of interesting things I see on the way to/from work. Yesterday I saw a monk in brown robes with a long beard and a knotted brown..tonsure?..no I think that word is wrong...Rope-belt, who was wearing a blank brown ball-cap the same color as his robe. Must be a special-issue hat for the monk softball team. Today I passed a car with the licenseplate "LIONKAI" and then it was plastered with stickers for the old-man club called The Lions. You know, like The Masons. Also today I gave a peice of tape to a scary speed freak guy who was chowing down on a bag of those sour apple chewy candies (this was at 9:30 in the morning), then the same guy pulled of a huge hunting knife with a serated base on the bus and told his hippie-thug friend how he would disembowl someone by twisting it after stabbing it in their liver. Imagine me listening to this in my enormous aviator sunglasses with my headache pounding away. Ouch.