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  • Note: This story refers to an inside joke that was coined in my previous adventure in Barcelona. Read about it here.

    Sunday was poised to be a plain and simple day. Nothing big was scheduled to happen other then a small art show on the road that passes by the Marchutz Art School. We had some friends showing work in it (Nick, O'Neill, and Mary) and wanted to head up and check out the work and their collections.

    Sadly, it was canceled. The forecast called for wind and rain (but not quite the Mistral I guess, but still not fun none the less). As we prepared for the art show and other adventures, we realized that the rain was defiantly going to be part of the day so we arranged for a ride from our friend Mary (she rented a car for the weekend for the event). As we approached her car, the rain increasingly got worse and we were happy to be anywhere but outside.

    We were chauffeured to the Marchutz school where Nick and O'Neill were both set up and painting. They infermed us that the show was a no go and that a painting session was in order, in spite of the weather. I posted up shop on a stool and began to organize and store through pictures we took of Alan's daughters' pre-prom photos. As we got settled and as I had begun to build a set to post online, Charley got a call from Alan.

    "The divas are on my ass about the photos. I am supposed to call you, so I'm calling you."

    After an hour or two of editing, cropping and preparing photos for Alan and his daughters, we realized that the internet at the school was painfully slow. A collection of over 200 photos at full size quickly evolved to photos 40% of the original size in a collection of 144. We worked on getting them uploaded and the process was worse then watching paint grow or grass dry. Maybe switch those? It didn't matter at the rate the photos uploaded.

    After realizing that the rain was here to stay, we cleaned up in the studio and headed out during a sprinkle period (in oppose to the downpour periods of the day).

    We got back to the apartment where I quickly uploaded the remaining pics and the boys drank some coffee. After a minor break, we headed back to the boys apartment, with Eli.

    We cooked up some dinner and drank wine. Lots of awesome dinner and 7 bottles of wine. For 6 people, we did a great job. Ciara, Erica, and Kate came over to Nick and O'Neill's place and we had a great time.

    Our dinner tonight was noteworthy. We (O'Neill) baked one of the best dinners I have ever had. It featured some really nice cheese covering a base of potatoes and onions, called Tarti Flette. The dish was invented by a union of roblechon cheese makers who were trying to keep in business. According to legend, the cheese makers recently submitted a recipe for a potato dish featuring the roblechon cheese to all of the big and respected recipe books. After 20 or 30 years, the dish went from a small dish some people made to a French household recipe. Neat story as an origin for the meal we ate. Yet another meal we had that was made while on a budget.

    The only bummer for this was the shop we got the cheese from didn't have roblechon cheese so we had to substitute something let in for it. None the less, it was great.

    After libations were had, we retired.
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