What surrounds the object, creates the object.

I could tell you about the Teach Me conference and how Ries and I gave a workshop to the cute and talented future artists of Italy. I could tell you all about that and how we got a hotel room in Giudecca and partied like maniacs all over the waterlogged city of Venice.

I could tell you all about the people I met, the food I ate, the drinks I consumed, the nudity that commenced...

But you know what? A picture speaks a thousand words.
And I'll leave it at that.

Another evening blurred: UPDATE #2

So last Wednesday I had dinner with these girls, "the girls." And my bike is Andreas bike, who is friends with Merche (right) so at the dinner I had to explain, rather confess, what happened to the bike. I had to tell her I got drunk and left it at the burger stand. I thought about lying, telling her it was stolen, saying I was mugged by a gang of children, that I got run over by a car and the bike was totaled.
I thought about many a different lies to tell Merche at dinner but in the end I decided that honesty is the best policy.
Of course, she was disappointed and slightly angry and said that I would need to pay Andreas for the bicycle.
I agreed, said I felt awful and embaressed and that I was gonna curb my drinking.
Then the primo piatto arrived and we moved on in topic.

However. Then Camilla said, "I think he passed, girls."
"Passed?" I asked.
"I think he passed the test."

It turns out that on their way home from my house on Tuesday night they passed the burger stand and the clerk said, "I think that's your friend's bike and it's unlocked."
So, like good friends, they took the bike home with them.
And like really good friends, they decided to let me either drown myself in lies or redeem myself through confession.
Since I chose the later, they agreed to return the bike to me.

And I've never been happier!
I may be a forgetful, irresponsible drunk. But I'm a lucky sonofabitch with loyal friends, and sometimes that's all the matters.