So far this month, I've slept in my own bed all of seven nights.
At the moment, I'm home sweet home for only 48 hours. Wednesday at the ass crack of dawn I leave for San Francisco! I think I already said this, but I'm heading there for the opening events for Double Exposure: African Americans Before and Behind the Camera which opens at the Museum of the African Diaspora this week. I have 2 pieces in the show from my (Re)calling and (Re)telling series.
I arrive there after a 11 hour flight and then have to get all beautiful and go to the fancy invitation only members preview and reception. I just hope I can get some sleep on the plane so that I don't arrive at the reception looking like whodunnit & why. (Am I the only one who uses this expression?)
So here's the post-card invite to the opening. If you are reading this blog from SF, you should come. Unless you're ape shit crazy (Am I the only one who uses this expression too?) in which case stay the feck home. It's gonna be a really amazing show and nobody needz your crazy monkey-ass trying to muck everything up.
OH OH---the real reason I'm coming: The Artists Party!
You know you're a party girl when you fly 11 hours just because you're on the VIP list for a Museum party.
Speaking of flying, if anyone has any ideas on how I can arrive to San Fran unjetlagged...please fill me in.