A wedding, a birthday, a cousin reunion, a bizarre trip to the allergist’s office, a day with Mom, the National Anthem at a ball game, a 10th wedding anniversary, a mountain biking accident, a couple photo editing projects, some really good days, some really hard days, some spiritual nuggets, laughable moments, a couple fleas…and, yes, my comprehensive exams. I certainly cannot attribute lack of material as the reason why I haven’t written any posts for nearly the entire summer. I told myself – in an attempt to channel all writing energy towards my comps – no posts until my paper was turned in, which was supposed to happen in June until I had a little meltdown in my advisor’s office and got an extension. The second deadline was again a soft one – no specific date was set, but the new game plan was to be done mid-July. Well, it is officially August and still no paper. Still a lot to go, in fact. So I will keep not posting until I get relief from this project, which hopefully can be completed within the next ten days, though I’ve completely surrendered any attempts to mark a specific date.
I’m writing a little blurb now, however, because I posted a new masthead this month, a slice of a painting, and I wanted to give props to the artist. For our TENTH anniversary last Friday, Brian and I were simply going to celebrate with dinner and a movie. Because we are exciting people. All day long I anticipated the movie theater popcorn. Because I like to think about exciting things. But then, at the last minute, we spontaneously slipped away from our world and spent the night at a high class resort. It was a rare opportunity to experience the type of luxury the rich and famous experience on a daily basis (and to spend more money than we normally would ever pay for a bed and a couple meals). For the twenty-four hours we stayed at the resort I was sure that I would run in to either the Queen of England or Jessica Simpson. Didn’t happen, though.
Our hotel was named the Chateau LaFayette. It was designed to replicate the Ritz Paris, which is slightly ironic because nearly twelve years ago a bellman kicked me out of the Ritz in Paris, yet last weekend the bellmen anticipated and met my every hotel and traveling need before I could even ask. So I guess the Chateau is just like the Ritz Paris only kinder.
I cannot speak about every floor of the hotel, but our gorgeous hallway was lined with artwork by Boyer. Just outside of our exquisite room – decorated with a recessed ceiling, crystal chandelier, and marble in the bathroom – was the painting that I used for the masthead. If I were Boyer and someone posted my artwork on their blog then I think I would want people to see the entire piece, so here it is:
I wanted to find out more about this artist so I could cite him (or her) appropriately, but according to Google there are a lot of Boyers out there who like to paint. This makes you wonder, are all of these Boyers related? Wow, what a testament to genetics that would be! Anyway, Boyer, if you are from this century, are currently alive, happen to be a faithful reader of Moore Tokens, and recognize your artwork that I posted, please give us an “About the Painter” blurb in the comment section!
Boyer? Boyer? Boyer? Boyer?