A too-close flash on Christmas night. I don't know who I was or where I was, but I was wearing a Santa hat that did not belong to me.
The beach: without surfing, a dull place where sand meets water. Most beaches are fundamentally the same, but I have to admit that these particular beaches really don't suck. This was me at Grand Turk Island, which left me...
A shadow of my former self.
Singer's night out in Ft. Lauderdale, the first escape fromt he ship after our hellish monthlong drydock. We sit here at CHILI'S, which if you know my love for such chain sit-down restaurants says something of my desperation, and afterward we went to Wal-Mart. We know how to party. That's Joe, Corinne, Mallorie, and some jerk.
A couple of pop show pics here... the above from the Mrs. Robinson number, and the below from the number that surely makes all my male ancestors roll in their graves. My Elton John costume. I place this here by request, for my enemies to use against me later.
A shadow of my former self.
Singer's night out in Ft. Lauderdale, the first escape fromt he ship after our hellish monthlong drydock. We sit here at CHILI'S, which if you know my love for such chain sit-down restaurants says something of my desperation, and afterward we went to Wal-Mart. We know how to party. That's Joe, Corinne, Mallorie, and some jerk.
A couple of pop show pics here... the above from the Mrs. Robinson number, and the below from the number that surely makes all my male ancestors roll in their graves. My Elton John costume. I place this here by request, for my enemies to use against me later.
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