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12:20:2002 Entry: "Ann : What are the odds?"

What are the odds?

Stan and I went to Kenosha to submit art. Wanted to stop off at Artist and Display in Milwaukee to pick up some supplies, but I was oddly craving a Calzone, or something Italian. We decided to go to a restaurant we never tried before, Giuseppe's, but would see all the time cattycorner from Java Coast, where we usually stop for coffee on the corner of 100th and Bluemound. Now keep in mind, we've lived in Wisconsin since 1989 and would frequently drive by that restaurant, but never tried it. Now the one time I get a craving for something Italian, it's gone. Not just out of business. The whole damn building is gone. Demolished. OK, what are the odds? I asked this of Stan. "Stan, what are the odds?" Response: "There are no odds."

Kurtz: "Do you see my methods to be unsound?"
Willard: "I see no methods..."

So we decided to go to another place further south on 100 called "That's Amore" and what should hit my eye like a big pizza pie when I walk into the door but a big mural of Dean Martin. If that wasn't funny enough, back in the seating area there were life-size cardboard cutout illustrations of Martin, Sinatra and Sammy Davis Jr. The whole place was filled with Dean Martin pictures. It was waaaay too funny for us, and I kept thinking that my cardboard cutout of Perry Como that we impishly pilferred from our old art department still life setup many years ago would sure like these as companions, even if Perry was an actual photograph and these were only mere illustrations. (If you drew Perry in the picture, you were marked as a problem student...if you omitted him, you would go on to become a professor yourself. Of course I drew Perry.)

If we had "borrowed" Perry Como now, we'd have a criminal record. Back then, our professor just stopped at our house and yelled at us when he saw his old two-dimensional stiff classroom buddy in our front window (I think he was drunk...our professor I mean...Perry was just comatose). If we had spiked the punch at an art opening like we did back then (with Everclear...couldn't taste a thing...didn't think you were drunk until you got up to navigate), we'd be way busted. Back then, no one cared. Back then, we were just college students, art punks. Now, we'd have criminal records for the mild pranks we did.

Things sure are different now. I think I liked it better the way it was. It's getting more and more like a police state.

By Ann @ 20:24 PM CST:12:20:02 ..::Link::..