Tues and Wed I worked for this big unorganized ad agency. There was some drama on Wed with an unpaid gas bill. Friday I watched some basketball and went out for a couple drinks. Sat got up early and went to PS1 to see some art. I wasn’t too impressed. I get annoyed when there is bad craft. That night I went out late, and stayed out even later. It is hard to leave when the bartender keeps filling your glass for free. Sun I got my eyes checked and it cost $120. Last night we went to my favorite bar and played Connect Four. Today I got up and sold my car. I am now looking for a bike, I think I should have got the bike while I had the car… oh well. I am waiting to get a call for some work this week. Mike and Dave arrive on Wed.

A year ago today I was barrelling down the road from St. Louis to Kansas City. Thoughts of Vegas on my mind. So much has happened, yet I feel like I have so little to show for it.

I think I am going to title this blog “when and where I got drunk,” as that is about all I have been writing about. I think I drank every night for the past 10 days or so. Sam left Monday morning. Matt Blume arrived Thursday night. Drank. Had an interview with the studio of Jeff Koons on Friday. Don’t think I will get the job, but it was cool to visit the studio nonetheless. Very clean and expensive looking. Me and Blume spend the rest of the day walking around the city. We looked at some art. We drank. I ran out of money. I need to get paid.

Friday I went back and forth to the city three times. The first trip was to my interview for this catering company. I told them that I had no food experience whatsoever and that I had grilled cheese and tomato soup the previous night for dinner (they laughed, i didn’t, they said “are you serious?,” I was)–anyhow I can expect a call from them shortly. The second trip was meet up with once again New Yorker Karyn for dinner with her old boss. This is the same woman who paid me $40 to hang 5 pictures on her wall of her apartment. Anyhow we had our dinner at Sparks Steakhouse, which is the top steak joint in nyc apparently. I must say it was the best steak I have ever put in my mouth. While I was choking down my expensive steak, Sam arrived. The third trip was to go out for with the gang to the lower east side. Jen was go-go dancing for some band called Wierd Owl, their name was more entertaining than their music. Then we went to another bar and danced. A homosexual grabbed my ass and my girlfriend gave him the stink eye. We all came home and played music loudly at the apartment. Joining us were 4 people we have didn’t know at all, people Gino invited to stay in our apartment… meanwhile Gino is in Canada until Wednesday. One guy was ok. The other was annoying, as was this girl who caught on to our attitude towards her “you guys don’t like me,” she said.

Saturday we got up and went to the obligitory brunch. I had quiche. Then went to the Whitney and saw a very good exhibit. I am going to have to go back as I was tired and hung over and didn’t give it enough attention. Me and Sam got some pizza. We met Karyn, Sean, Matt Littlejohn, and Kelly at the bar where Greg works. It wasn’t too exciting so me and Sam went to Laila and got some discount beers. Around 1am we went to a party where you dress up as your favorite outlaw…”if fun is outlawed, only outlaws will have fun.” Most people were dressed as revolutionaries with Paul Revere hats and such, an older man was completely naked. I wore my classic “Wanted” t-shirt. We arrived in time to see Gaijin-A-Go-Go (Japanese Go-Go from Brooklyn), they were fun to watch. Went home and played dominoes.

Sunday, brunch again. Biscuits and gravy. Bought a slide projector off of craigslist. Little did I know that the slide tray would be 3/4 full of the best slides anyone could ever ask for. A mixture of urban youths with large snakes and snapshots from a camp for people with disabilities. A great buy. August, Sam, Jen, and Willow joined me for an evening of bad pizza followed by improv comedy at the Upright Citizen’s Brigade Theater.

Friday afternoon I drove up to North Adams, Massachussetts for my friend Karyn’s going away party, she is moving to New York City next week. The party consisted of lots of binge drinking and live music. I was drunk when I woke up Saturday morning at 11am. The hangover started on the drive home at around 3pm.

I tried to sleep most of Saturday but couldn’t, I ended up watching Forrest Gump in its entirety on tv. Then I met up with Jennie to go to a party at maybe 1 in the morning, it was at a real artists’ loft further into a sketchier part of brooklyn. It was cool, but the bathroom was down the hall. I had to wonder what I would do if I had a studio space and if I could make a living selling drawings.

Sunday I finished up my submission for arkitip. You can preview it here, Hopefully they like it, I can never tell what is good and what isn’t when it comes to my own shit. I also launched mattandkellystudio.com — well, sort of, it is just a place holder for now.

I just scanned my sketchbook, I am putting together some drawings for a magazine called Arkitip. You can look at the sketches here. I will post the final product when it is done.

This week has been nice. I didn’t work a single day. Last night I had a little dinner party, it was a very nice and responsible evening with friends. We even played pictionary afterwards.

I am still waiting to hear from kinko’s in australia to see if they have printed my sketchel bag, I made two and they look like this, but you have to imagine that there they folds over the top of a bag, hard to explain.

Notice there is no weekend in my title cause when you are not working the weekend doesn’t really have a lot of meaning to you, it is pretty similar to say, Wednesday. The good news is that I have made it 7 days with out any of my car windows from being smashed in. Let me see… been drawing a little, went to a couple house parties with Jennie where I didn’t know anyone, there are a lot of people I don’t know. Went to work 3 days this week, one of those days was yesterday, Saturday! Who ever heard of working on a Saturday? My supervisor was all hinting around that she was trying to hire me full time and I wasn’t really responding to that as working at this place would be complete torture. The only thing that sucks is if they do hire someone it is one less place for me to work at once and a while. That, my friends, is the double-edged sword of freelance.

Last night me and Jennie went to the chain restaurant California Pizza Kitchen. It was delish. Girl was happy.

We have houseguests, and we will have more houseguests, continually, at least until July. I am really into e-Bay right now. Mostly I am trying to buy Kansas related t-shirts.

Friday night I drew some pictures, drank 9 natural light beers, saw a band, and caught the end of a poker party.

Saturday I hung out with this hippie that Gino left at our apartment. She helped me make Chili. Then I went to the Anitique Lounge and shot some pool.

Sunday was the Chili Cook-off. There were 4 chilis and I got dead last place with my ‘Handsome Jim’s Wino Chili.’ Then I went out and got really drunk and blacked out and I hate myself today.

Work is such a drag. I mean really man. This is the first week in long while that I have worked 5 days in a row, it probably seems worse because I actually have a few side projects going on that I would rather be spending my energy on. Secondly, Jennie called me tonight at around 8 and wanted to know if I wanted to go to a swank fashion party with her. I declined as I was beat, and hadn’t showered in 3 days or shaved in a week… She told me that I “sucked.” She was joking, but I can’t help but despise working a job I don’t enjoy for making me suck.

Tonight I read my friend Jessica’s blog, she just arrived in Berlin, and I think she was pretty scared. Her descriptions sound pretty amazing. I wanna go, or at least see New York that way again.

I googled myself tonight and found this article, my quote:

Wamego resident Matt Cassidy, who also helps paint the murals, said he enjoys seeing museum visitors admire his work. “The environment is awesome,” he said. “Everyone who comes in here loves it. People just freak out. It’s been overwhelming.”

I am pretty sure I didn’t say that.

I need to log off and draw, I am going to try and draw for at least an hour every day.

PS. Yesterday I saw a giant pig on n. 6th street, and tonight Peter had a cake with a toy baby delivered to our apt because he found a toy baby in a different cake, isn’t religion wierd?

This entry is simply to remind myself not to go to Southside Lounge on Tuesday nights, I am not sure what happened, or maybe I was not a regular Tuesday night patron, but the last two weeks it has been crowded and dark and a disco ball was spinning. I like it better when the guy on the end is drinking only water and writing something on loose pieces of paper, and there is a dirty guy who probably plays guitar, and the dj is playing old timey blues 45s.