Tuesday, July 06, 2010
An extra shot of quirkiness with my brevé
Here's a slice of life from our favorite Omaha coffee emporium, Caffeine Dreams.
Oh . . . the painting? Yeah, there's a story behind that bit of artwork -- which is among the works on display, and for sale, at the shop.
Unfortunately, I don't know what it is.
I DO KNOW that it once lacked the coffee-shop version of a fig leaf. Pig Boy, though, left full frontal nudity behind one night when some high-school kids were playing a gig at Caffeine Dreams . . . and parents in the audience complained.
It wasn't about the music.
The first fig leaf -- quickly applied by the barista, who knew better than to mess with PO'd parental units -- was a bit of newspaper just big enough to mask the pig-man's shame. This later morphed into a sticky note . . . and now the added protection of a paper-napkin loincloth.
This is overkill, admittedly. Pig Boy wasn't that well endowed.
This, however, is the Midwest. And Mother knows best that edginess has its limits.