My friend Leena has a blog too!

Go check her out.

She always makes me think.

SO my book club was meeting at a new place this month.

We read The Portrait of Dorian Gray by Oscar Wilde. I really enjoyed the novel.

And I LOVE my book club, they are all such smarty people. This time we were going to meet in a bar. I figured it might be even more fun, with alcohol to loosen our tongues.

Walking down the street trying to find the address, I was stopped by a sale sign in front of a rack of clothes. I had to stop.

The girl came up and told me that everything must go, and she would give me a good price on anything I saw.

I asked her if she knew where the bar was.

“Ummm…No, I don’t think so. But there is another rack of clothes inside if you like.”

An offer I couldn’t refuse!

There was another lady looking at the shirts, too. She was talking to the proprietor about travelling to Europe. “I just got back from Rome. I was lecturing there.”

“Oh really?” the man said through his thick Armenian accent. “What about?”

“I’m a make-up artist. I do special effects, like wounds or disembowelment.”

“Not the sort of techniques you can use at home.” I said.

“No,” she said. “Not really. But I’ve gotten awards every year for the past 10 years. I’m really good at it.”

“That’s fabulous! Congratulations!” I said.

Then we talked about the different shirts for a while. She held one up. “I think I like this one.”

“Yeah, it’s cute.”

“See, it has indian inspired designs on the front and back. But on the sleeves, the pattern is more American Indian.”

“Ooh! An Ironic shirt! You should get it.”

“I think I will.”

I had to get going to my book club. I walked off, thinking about award-winning disembowelment artists.

A Hollywood moment.