Lately people are sending me pictures from the way back machine. Wa-a-a-a-y back. Thank you, I think. This generosity usually happens after they've seen me in person recently. On reflection, I'm thinking maybe this is not a good sign. It feels like someone is offering me a Tic Tac because I have bad breath.
Here's one of the photos. It's yours truly with a friend's son, posing before we [me, his parents and siblings] all went to a gallery opening in LA -- in the late eighties or early nineties. He, the son, sent it to me after the birthday party mentioned in the previous entry. One could suppose that he thinks I looked better then than I do now. Let's see, it's almost been twenty years.
So, duh.
On the other hand, maybe -- nope, there is no "other hand" or anything close to a "maybe." I suppose I could post a picture from today for comparison. In my sweats. With no makeup. And a nice juicy coldsore trying to get a good grip on my upper lip.
Like that's going to happen.
4 comments:
Ya kinda got that Glenn Close in 'Fatal Attraction' thing going on there, Mrs L. I mean it in the best way, of course.
Don't fret about the twenty years. You've moved through them gracefully. You think repeat 'welfare checks' happen to just anybody?? :p
Ah, the "Gordon Gecko" era. Greed was good. Nice pic. He has that deer-in-the-headlights look.
I suppose all your victims feel that way.
Happy Thanksgiving, Mrs L!
Great photo but I'm afraid that Remo's comment trumps it.
I think you've been nominated at least twice for this. I hope you remember me. I've just rediscovered your guide to the universe, and you are still a top line writer.
Patrick
http://julyshazymotives.blogspot.com/2008/11/ok.html
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