Sometimes I make this face when I sing. Apparently.
My man fell out of 1976.
Marshall as Ernest Hemingway.
Last night.
Blah blah blah, pictures of my friends, blah blah blah, look at me I have a social life and a camera.
Last night Mike took me to Movie Night at his friend Joey’s house, which is decked out from floor to ceiling in all sorts of memorabilia and antiques. We watched Blue Velvet, and I get why David Lynch is “challenging” and “thought-provoking,” but I think I’m just not into it? I guess I’m a philistine. Anyway, the house was incredible. And I had to snap a picture of the 1930’s vibrator.
More Mardi Gras pictures, this time mainly of my pals.
Our friend Warpo is a street magician who tells the corniest jokes you have ever heard and is kind enough to let us use his centrally located, Dumaine St. apartment as our French Quarter home base.
I love all these people and am so blessed to have them in my life.
We had a muggy, lovely New Year’s Eve here in the Crescent City.
