My artistic director and hairstylist. Oh, wait, nope, it's Mel and Lisa.
Mel called it a "Perfect shot". Personally, I think I look a bit fat there. And then again, perhaps it is. In comparison to the others. Heh.
And lastly, a shot of an opera diva. It's amazing who you meet on photo shoots.
Unexpected? I bet this is the first time you've seen so many photos in one post. I would've put it on the photo blog, but this must be shared.
On closer inspection, I think my pose is completely off, my face is way too round, and I can't stop myself from nit-picking. Ok, hush. Although, yes, Mel, you are a genius. You're the only one I know who derives such pleasure from taking photos as well as being in them.
If you know these two, you'll know they come up with insane dress codes on GNO. It was ethnic punk rock. ETHNIC PUNK ROCK! I can't even being to envision how that looks like, much less to dress like - which is why I went for ethnic more than punk. You'll have to see my skirt to know what I mean.
Anyway, had a great time, and only wish I'd brought my camera out with me on Friday out with the other group, thought frankly a video cam would work much better. You lose so much by not watching them IN vivo.
Friday's outing.
First, there's the incidence of any two out of four of us laughing insanely at something the other two doesn't quite grasp. Politely raised eyebrows and curious smiles all round.
Second, lots of leg kicking under the table, and Jeremy's delusion of my bullying him. Fine, so it's not a delusion, and I do, but what can you do with a guy who is "alternately 30 years old and 3 years old". My latest form of abuse is to give them sad pouts, which apparently they can't stand. I think my bullying of the guys has earned me the reputation of being...er... an aggressive swinger among them. Perhaps I should consider being quieter and more prim.
Point in case: they did not believe me when I said I could not drink. Apparently they think I bleed alcohol or something and spend most of my time hanging out in smoky dens of sin. Which kind of contradicts with my nightly ritual of being online, if you think about it.
Third, all the zingers. The one I remember the best was Azmi complaining about having to buy so much ice lemon tea. "I'll have ice lemon tea and ice lemon tea with a side of ice lemon tea, please." He said the cashier asked him if he was going to drink that all by himself, but I don't know how far to belive that because Azmi can tell tales with a very straight face.
In vivo, I tell you. In vivo. That's the only way to enjoy the full impact of the #medicine group. It's a cunning medical joke. In vivo? Medicine?
