1am

Just another sunday in the park with george.

[atmosphere included.]

batgirl.

August 1995
Punta Domenical, Costa Rica.

It was during the rainy season and our bungalow was the only one inhabited. It was a short walk to the main house, an open air room where my friends were waiting for me for dinner. Dark out except for the faint lights ahead, a single light on the footpath, and the moon on the sea mere feet away. As I walked everything faded to black around me except for an odd noise like stirring leaves. I slowed to hold my hands out, continuing to move. I could just barely make out what was there realizing that I was surrounded by hundreds of bats.

Like a womb, the bats continued to fly around me as I stepped forward, but never once did they touch me. As I arrived at the main house they all swept away into the sky.

It felt wonderful and safe like floating in a hot tub.

din.

Dinner in Connecticut.

[or, how we spent our weekend]

wigstalk

Being a private citizen et al, I had forgotten that having a semi-public face brings along with it the advent of the stalker. My friend Patrick and I apparently share one as he appeared at my front door yesterday in search of a me from 20 years ago that was blond and public, and according to him, I was also blue eyed and Russian. Poor man has no understanding of women, much less hair dye and hair pieces, lest he were to realize that it was indeed me that he had tracked down. I let him leave thinking that he had found the wrong Sally, thus insuring my privacy once again.

Now Patrick has a whole other issue. He never wore a wig.

[Though I did dare him to wear one to his book signing tonight so that we could re-create the famous wig stealing episode from Andy Warhol's book signing back in the 80s! Oh how quickly we forget! I believe it is still hidden away in someone's vault in Tribeca to this day.]

| miami-esque |

Thursday morning November 4th.
Miami Beach.
8:30am.

Not a civilized time to be visiting with old friends, but Tara like a trooper not only was there on time and smiling, but dressed to the 9's like an updated version of Lynda Carter's "Wonder Woman" in Versace.

Sometimes my friends amaze me.

'ween no. 04-002

continued.

Sunday night at the Maritime Ballroom. The night of the fairy bunnies and paris hilton look-alikes.