Month: January 2006

Ok, earlier I posted about the tree I put up that Libby had left behind. In the comments, David and Libby have been having a “mine’s better” contest. David has been yelling at me about not putting up the picture of his tree, so here it is, all 14′ of it:

It went up in a shower of 16,000 Black Cat firecrackers on New Year’s. Mine just got taken to the curb. Libby, pics?

[been a while since I did one of these]
Driving back from the show last night, I saw an interesting-lookin lady walking along Montrose: pink mini-skirt with matching high heels, fur jacket, skinny legs, shoulder-length bleach-blonde hair. As I passed her, I saw that it was actually a man. First transvestite hooker (I can only assume) that I’ve seen.