A confrontation at Firecracker Press.

Got a quick tour of this design and print studio.
Again, inspired by the quality of work and approach to their space.

Popped over to catch this cat and pick up some music at Apop Records.

And I almost forgot the lunch break we squeezed in between all these activities.
I don’t remember the name of this joint, but I’m going back for sure.

In all my visits to St. Louis, I’ve never been to the place that makes one of my favorite beers:
Budweiser.

That is, until this day.

Renard the fox, mascot for Budweiser’s prohibition “near beer” malt beverage called  Bevo.

How stay-tabs are made.

Ended the whole she-bang with some cold ones.

Had the fantastic opportunity to visit Jon Cournoyer’s studio and was blown away at his space, process and work.

Inspirational in every regard.

It began, with donuts.

While we made a plan of attack, Big Kitty played.

I call this one “Echinacea and Seated Male Figure.”

LEFT: A sign outside a Cracker Barrel
RIGHT: Muffins, Guardian of Time

Yet another pair of photos pulled from the phone.
The day was largely spent on the road catching up and watching the midwest roll by.

Upon arrival to our destination I was instructed to open a large wrapped gift on the guest bed.
Inside was the fantastic clock you see above.
A beauty all its own, but even more special because of where it once called home.

Erik arrived just before midnight.
I subjected him to a snapshot so I could check off that item from my daily to-do list.

I consider myself lucky.

I place photos of straws and drinks high on the cliché list, but I’m still
trying to get a handle on what kind of images I can get from the phone.

Here’s one looking inside the glass. (Yawn, I know)

And lastly, here’s that disgusting photo I mention in the title of this entry.

This is how I tackle the dessert bar at the Chinese Buffet:

This is why I’m fat.

I didn’t take too many photos at Pride this year as I was working our booth, selling tees.
Damn it was hot out there that day.

Speaking of tees, we printed up the shirt above, designed by Brian for the Cincinnati Men’s Chorus.
An honor, really.

Met some folks for the first time.

And saw old friends.

This was the first year that festivities were held downtown instead of Northside.
And though I was concerned it might jeopardize the Independence Day Parade in my favorite area of town,
things turned out pretty darn good. Real good in fact.

Besides, we’re getting a second day to celebrate on August 7, so that makes it go down even easier.