First Fridays Finale

Left work early so I could hitch a ride to the Natural History Museum to catch the last First Fridays of the year.

The bands didn’t start playing until much later, which allowed for plenty of time to sit down in dark, nearly empty rooms to draw and paint anatomically inaccurate critters without being judged for putting not-actually-there sweatbands on possums.

By 11pm, all the bands had played and the dust by the outdoor stage started to settle. It was time to take my gross, sweaty self home, so while it was a bummer to leave before I could draw any kind of phallic object, having my photo taken with my all-time favourite monotreme definitely more than made up for it. We’ll always have dicks, but we won’t always have the opportunity to see platypuses.