You all are so nice to compliment Mike and me. But really, I am putting the best possible pictures up here. Believe me. It’s my blog, so I get final cut. Although, when I was looking through my 5 billion flickr photos, I found a few that almost made the cut, but were just edged out. Like this one:
Sexy.
It never occurred to me that you would want to see a picture of the drag queens. Here are my gorgeous queen friends posing with my old roomies Jackie and Bella. This picture is from Halloween 2002, which is why Bella has on a snake skin hat and Jackie has a bone in her hair. I’m taking the picture (I was dressed as a sexy nurse, let your imaginations run wild), but I would be doing all of you a disservice if I didn’t point out that the wigs, earrings, and other embellishments are all made of feminine products. Click on the picture for a closer look.
Ginger wasn’t my maid of honor because I didn’t have a maid of honor – I had a Matron. Splitting hairs, I know. My Matron of honor was my bestest friend in the whole world, Tara. We’ve known each other since we were two years old, and we were lucky enough to grow up three houses away from each other. As hot as Ginger and Ginger’s friend are, Tara is way hotter – and 100% woman. Tara is the bomb, and I’m not just saying that because I indirectly implied that a drag queen would have been a better honor attendant than her. No, I’m just saying it because it needs to be said. And also, Tara knows way too much about me for me to ever let her be mad. She has more dirt on me than the Scientologists have on Katie Holmes. I love Tara!
Maddie had a busy day today. My parents picked her up at the crack of dawn to take her to the Catholic Girls High School by their house. One of their best friends is the religion teacher there, and she had her students pray for me and Maddie every day we were in the hospital or I was on bed rest – we’re talking 140 days of praying here. Today was their last day of school, so my mom brought Maddie in so the girls could meet her. I forgot how baby-obsessed teenage girls are. My mom said the squealing was insane, and several of the teenage girls said, “I want a baby NOW!”
In related news, 27 nuns simultaneously fainted dead away in a Los Angeles Suburb.
Gemini Girl says:
seriously- i seem to be the first person to comment all the time.
what a great pic of you and your matron of honor. I didnt go the bridesmaid/maid of honor route. I married in israel, and you dont have bridesmaids there- so it worked out really well.\
love the drag queens.
Baby B says:
Me: teenage-ish girl, or as some like to refer to me, “young adult.”
Also: BABY OBSESSED.
I’m guilty of the squealing. But I have seen the dark side: I’ve had plenty of infant and toddler bodily fluids on me (regurgitated formula, anyone?), I have stayed up till 11:30 pm promising them the monsters will NOT get them, and coaxing them to take one more bite of the chicken that they don’t like even though they just liked chicken yesterday (but no, they didn’t, they never liked chicken).
So, I guess for me, it’s cautious, realistic squealing :]
[pack, PACK]
Aunt Becky says:
Have I ever told you how freaking much Maddie looks like you?
If there is a cuter baby anywhere, I haven’t seen him or her.
Mike says:
I should clarify for those who have not been reading with much attention to detail that I was not, in fact, dressed as a drag queen the night I met Heather at this karaoke bar. I wore a very macho outfit befitting of a stud like Carson Daly.
– Mike
Dana says:
I know it’s not even mentioned but I have to say: Connie and Carla is one of the funniest movies ever!