Tonight we fell down the rabbit hole and held drawing group at Mike's warehouse. The place is full of giant styrofoam sculptures that peered over our shoulders as we drew. I wore my new supercool Big Easy fedora, the effect of which was somewhat dampened by my arriving in a beige minivan. 

Just in case you think figure drawing is a piece of cake, try it when your model has a thing like a week-old yam. Nothing against our model, who did a fine job. I blame it on whoever set up the lighting. 

As if to make up for the yam thing, Mike provided plenty in the way of food and drink, along with a centerpiece comprised of some kind of disco ball surrounded by bubble blowing contraptions--the kind of understated tastefulness we've come to expect from him.