Like most unexpected good things, I wasn’t actually looking for it when I found it. I was three weeks into the last road trip of this year, a month long trek that took me from Florida to weddings in San Francisco, Tulsa, St. Louis and Lake Tahoe, with an engagement session in Chicago thrown in...
*A forlorn roadside Howard Johnson hotel~ 2:45 AM ~ Freezing cold* This hotel room scares me. The bedspread looks like the illegitimate love-child of the interior of a Ford Pinto and a really bad paisley tie, the carpet is oddly sticky, and the coffee pot has a beautiful lavender shade of mold growing...
I’m excited. Are you excited? I’m excited. I work with some really freaking awesome companies that have chosen, despite all odds and advice to the contrary, to be seen in public with me and support me. In this particular instance I’m referring to My Funky Camera, LLC. They sent me my very first strap...
* I preface this to say that if you’re actually ever IN New Orleans, staggering around late at night and find yourself hungry, never, under any circumstances get anything from the Lucky Dog hot dog stands. Ever. They’re not lucky, but they may be dogs. That said… New Orleans, Louisiana is one of those...
