It’s Friday, and if I don’t post pictures from my vacation today, it’s not going to happen. Don’t worry – I’m only putting up a few. Remember those days with the carousel of slides and Uncle Frank and Aunt Barbara’s trip to Europe and OHMIGOD CAN YOU ACTUALLY DIE OF BOREDOM? Although occasionally, in the midst of out of focus shots of the Eiffel Tower and Buckingham Palace there’d be a shot of naked Aunt Barb or Uncle Frank in a dress and gasps and cries of “How the hell did that get in there?” and general hilarity would ensue.
Remember when we went to Chicago? Here’s a shot of the gang after dinner:
Yes, I know it looks like the Last Supper, if Jesus were a peroxide blonde with a few drinks in him. Those are my adorable friends, some of whom you know. One is missing, but that’s a story for another day.
Here I am with two other adorable friends in Arizona:
We climbed that peak behind us. Yes we did. I’d like to say it was a huge achievement, but there were septuagenarians running circles around us, so it wasn’t really that big a deal.
Here’s a shot taken out of the car window on the way to Sedona:
Nice, if you like awe-inspiring landscapes and stuff like that. Here’s a photo of me looking cross at the edge of a gorge:
How about a smile, gorge-ous? Did you sit on a cactus or something? Speaking of which:
Again, very nice, if you like sipping cocktails with your friends while the sun sets over the desert. It’s not everyone’s cup of tequila.
That concludes today’s carousel of slides. No naked Auntie Barb – consider yourself lucky,