Because I try to keep up on tiki social events in the area, tonight I attended a party at the Disney Family Museum to celebrate the 50th anniversary of one of the crowning achievements of midcentury art, the Enchanted Tiki Room.
Why, yes, that is James Sime, owner of the Isotope comics store in San Francisco, in the foreground. This was a star-studded event.
Because tiki is wonderful and everyone loves it, the event was packed. For once I was not the only person dressed in a Disney-Pixar aloha shirt. The museum had drinks, crafts, rum tastings, and a guy painting sweet velvet tiki paintings.
A number of tiki musicians performed, including the Maikai Gents, last seen on this blog overseeing a wine tasting at Trader Vic’s.
All this, plus Andrew and I got to tour the museum itself, which is always gorgeous and has tons of Mary Blair art, and check out the amazing Maurice Sendak exhibition.
Also, I got a new guy!
So, in summation, an evening well spent.
Things are settling nicely in the tiki office. I moved the birds in.
Shortly afterward, the cat moved herself in.
Meanwhile, at a sidewalk sale I found a travel guide to the South Pacific that fills me with rage.
There’s no date on this gorgeous item, but it was printed in Australia through a joint effort of the tourism boards of Australia, New Zealand, and Fiji. These all appear to be excellent places to go.
Also, it comes with a beautiful fold-out map!
So why does this book fill me with rage? Because of the section on airline travel.
Look at these midcentury rat bastards, enjoying delicious meals in spacious accommodations! These people have never had to take their shoes off to go through a magic scanner that turns them naked.
Nobody’s reclining their seat back into this little girl’s plate! Everyone’s knees are comfortable and unbruised!
THEY HAVE BEDS! HOW DO THEY EVEN HAVE BEDS AAAARGH
And Don Draper here can shove his complimentary sherry in an inappropriate opening.
What the hell happened, airlines? Why am I now afforded less dignity than a feedlot chicken when I get on a plane? Where’s my sherry, dammit?
If I wasn’t surrounded by soothing bamboo and rattan as I write this, I’d be rampaging up the street.
With the bar in place, it’s time to turn this tiki room into a working tiki office.
First we moved my office rug in. I’ve had this monkey-and-palm-tree rug for years, since before I developed my increasingly troubling tiki obsession, but it fits in perfectly with the rest of the decor.
Next came my desk, which has held up amazingly well for something Andrew got for free over ten years ago, but is decidedly not tiki.
Time to tiki this thing up!
The Quicken Forbidden sticker at the top of the desk has served me well over the years, but the time has come to cover it with some Mary Blair postcards. Sorry, Quicken Forbidden creators Dave Roman and John Green! You guys are great, just not very redolent of the Pacific Islands!
And to brighten up the side of the desk, fortunately I had this Japanese Lilo and Stitch decorative cloth lying around.
And I can’t keep track of my appointments without a ukelele calendar.
And there we are! The tiki office has officially gone from beautiful dream to even more magnificent reality. I’m typing this from the tiki office right now. For real.
Holy crud! My awesome friend Thien Pham, who is awesome, took a break from making comics that are also awesome to hook me up with a bamboo bar for my tiki office. This happened!
Here’s Thien making the delivery.
Not only did Thien get this sweet little bar, he brought along several other pieces of furniture that, according to him, were just lying around. I promised to give them all a good home.
And I did!
Meanwhile, Andrew and I have been slowly moving our office stuff into the tiki room, which means that our house is currently a mess. Here’s our cat Tesla taking a break from the move to watch her stories on Cat TV. By which I mean the birdcage.
Thank you so much, Thien! AWESOME.