Fifi McBling

In honor of my last night spent in the one and only home I've ever owned, my soulmate and savior when I needed one, and just a big hunk of shiny, silver jewelry on wheels, here are a few pictures featuring the lovely Fifi McBling. I love you forever Ms. Thang <3

 

The Last Supper...

Tonight I'm meeting my best friend Maren for dinner at Sol Food in San Rafael. It will be the last time we see each other for a long time as my move to North Carolina is in 3 days.. Big lump in throat. The thought of being on the opposite coast from her makes me feel kinda achy even though distance won't change a bit our marathon phone conversations (I'm talking hours) about reality shows, stupid, sucky boys, and changing the world for the better if the powers that be would just simply ask us. It takes about ten times longer for us to come to the same conclusions others come to much more quickly but we enjoy the getting there...more post dinner. 

Here we are at Trevor's, a dive bar off of Fourth Street. Trevor's will serve you a vodka tonic and a club soda for $5.50 under a canopy of horribly dusty bras, neck ties and boxer shorts hanging from the rafters. I also noticed a pretty fresh pair of jeans crumpled up inside out on the fireplace hearth next to us in the way you might see them on a bathroom floor outside of a shower or beside the bed of two people...you know. Anyway, yes the picture is blurry but it is the clearest one out of the group of 9 taken by a lovely woman named Jillian who claimed she wasn't "that drunk." 8 pictures were of our faces, 1 was of our ankles. Jillian told me she was 35 and had a 20 year old daughter and that wishes she could take all of the fat from her middle and shove it into her tits and ass so she could be a Hoochie Mamma in rap videos. Don't we all, Jillian...Don't we all.