December 6, 2005
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Units Of Parental Consent…
Les parents rolled into town for a bit of museuming and other stuff, like taking Jenna and I out for dinner.
Then I showed them Stickney’s newly painted tuscan wall.
And my dad transformed into a one armed man counting his change.
And the swordmen appeared.
A propo, now that the movie is soon coming, maybe I should mention that pops was a fencer at Munich ’72, crazy huh?
Next day dinner happened with the Linders.
Who are just a total nouveau telephonique couple with the double punch of treo and sidekick.
Is that my dad’s attempt at throwing down gang signs?
Or his belated Halloween… whatever.
Who’s that ball of fur?
Of course I had to check out their new digs. They rented out the top of the house to live in their basement.
And mary.
And sam’s uncle’s beer, decorated with Ralph Stedman drawings.
And then I got roped into another great Linder giveaway. Which of
course meant hamming it up as a model. I had to try it all on to make
sure it fit, right? This is before.
Pimp Suit number One.
Pimp Suit number Two.
Rocking it out casual.
Hipster disaffection? Check.
Concrete jungle explorer? That too.
And finally, British Dandy foh evah.
Oh the memories.
