There is no such thing...

...as being normal. I've been showering the boyfriend with birthday surprises and it's not even his birthday yet. I hope that all of you, at some point, make your way over to Martionottis' Cafe - chock full of european delights. Tonight was another first Thursday and it amazes me how an exhibit full of porcelain objects having oversized sex parts as the focal point - this is considered artwork...and an entire gallery dedicated to paintings of flesh, like a fresh cut lampchop or cuts of raw meat, is considered art! ... then again, what I do find interesting is this.