Snapshot! The G. @ 13: V. tall, v.skinny, v. short haired, v. blonde, v. committed to wearing a long tweed coat with sleeves, raglan. V. Watts. Also, ginormous tortoiseshell glasses. Okay, maybe more Stef.
Royal we spent 3 (long) years not only being a foot taller than any other creature my age, but also dragging this to school. It involved a walk down a highway (other school buses; construction workers) to a bus stop, and then a bus ride, where I could only sit up front because of my behemoth case size. I talked mostly with a late-to-come-out kid named Craig and the bus driver, Irma, who wore giant plastic earrings and smoked out the vent window.
I was driving to a meeting today (after, wait for it: conducting a pre-interview on the phone while navigating the Wilson bridge. PROFESH) and realized I can still use these lips for good, and not evil. I still got my buzz on. Does anyone have a trumpet they aren't using? I would like to re-learn an instrument. I am thinking trumpet, since many moons ago I conquered the shit out of some Glenn Miller on it's larger and supposedly more difficult cousin. Please email if you have trumpet I can borrow.
Pennsylvania 6-5000, peace.