Somewhere between a multi-limbed Hindu deity and that Janet Jackson cover is me, recently having been beaten to the ground and my insanely gorgeous friend Dana, who you can’t see. But you get the point.
The preceding scene left a few bruises and marks, but not as many as the *&^%$#@& mosquitoes in Wisconsin. Damn.
I can’t say enough about how strange it is to see photos of oneself right after playing. Especially since I can safely say I was blissed out, and feeling goofy.
The weekend was quite a series of emotional roller-coasters, and this was the end of a really great day.
That is, really, for me a pretty perfect moment, that I will hold close to me for as long as I breathe.