Yeah, I'm OK with kids in bars too....as long as they're well-behaved, not annoying, not seated at the bar, and out by 8pm.....obviously there's exceptions to every rule but those are my general rules....also obviously plenty of people don't give a fugg what my tastes are for bar etiquette when it comes to their kids. It's amazing how quickly my attitude softens and how fast I warm up to kids being in bars when I'm the one bartending, and the kid has a single mom they're with who's hot. Funny how in that scenario? Well, God Damn do I enjoy seeing parents bring their kids into bars when that's the case.
As far as the painting goes.....I was already warming up to it but now I'm definitely liking it since it kind of feels like some sort of weird Indian in the cupboard shit where the animals I paint show up in real life fifty yards away, broadside, and have no idea I'm sitting in my stand despite having my loud sunflower heater blaring and my phone blowing up from this chick I'm friends with benefits with sending like fifty snaps of her car buzzed driving listening to music she thinks I'll like. I almost felt bad interrupting her burst of snaps medley with one of my own telling her I killed a deer....less than two minutes after I sent one panning the view from my stand and telling her I hadn't seen shit and will need a rally stupid deer....like dumber that shit....in order to kill one......
...and as if the universe was in the mood for rewarding my humble but very honest assertion.....immediately after stating what I'd need to kill a deer? The universe delivered just that.....in the form of a decent buck (for me), when I was just talking about a fawn or decent sized doe....had no intentions, or delusions, of even dreaming of anything more than that.....and like most things that unexpectedly exceed your most optimistic expectations.......I was tickled pink.