No Hair Report This Week
I'm afraid this week's regular hair-watch 2007 update has been superceded by (or at least incorporated into) photos from yesterday's crawfish boil. Or crawfish "bawl" as they say around here. But look closely--the hair is there!
The hair and the Cobra.
The hair arrives at the crawfish bawl.
The hairdo almost looks like something somebody might have done on purpose, albeit somebody who was looped enough to have fallen off the fashion grid and landed in the gutter.
This is one of about twelve batches of boiled bugs produced over the course of the afternoon. The poor creatures got tossed into a huge spicy boiling pot while they were still alive and squirming, which is extremely bad karma. We're all going to come back in our next lives as toilet bowl brushes.
Dogs love crawfish, but like tourists they have a very hard time peeling them.
Bobby telling unruly jokes.
Ed and Mary analyzing the latest juicy gossip.
Rene and Rick tactfully pondering my deranged hairdo.
Russell looking exceedingly pleased with his own fine poodly hairdo, which I openly covet.
Ed mysitfies the rest of us by somehow not getting red crawfish gradoo all over his crisp white shirt.
A flock of art professors grazing peacefully beside the fountain on a lovely spring afternoon.
The hapless hair on the morning after.
The hair and the Cobra.
The hair arrives at the crawfish bawl.
The hairdo almost looks like something somebody might have done on purpose, albeit somebody who was looped enough to have fallen off the fashion grid and landed in the gutter.
This is one of about twelve batches of boiled bugs produced over the course of the afternoon. The poor creatures got tossed into a huge spicy boiling pot while they were still alive and squirming, which is extremely bad karma. We're all going to come back in our next lives as toilet bowl brushes.
Dogs love crawfish, but like tourists they have a very hard time peeling them.
Bobby telling unruly jokes.
Ed and Mary analyzing the latest juicy gossip.
Rene and Rick tactfully pondering my deranged hairdo.
Russell looking exceedingly pleased with his own fine poodly hairdo, which I openly covet.
Ed mysitfies the rest of us by somehow not getting red crawfish gradoo all over his crisp white shirt.
A flock of art professors grazing peacefully beside the fountain on a lovely spring afternoon.
The hapless hair on the morning after.
posted by Lymphopo at Monday, April 30, 2007
8 Comments:
The fashion gutter -- A HA HA HA HA!
That's pretty much where I live. You, however, always seem to look downright chic, even when half-dead a few months ago. No fair!
I think eating bugs that you boiled alive while they were still squirming might be its own karmic reward. I know you say they taste good. I'll take your word for it. ;)
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I love the second photo - you look genuinely happy and healthy!
Ah, the memories. Back in Denmark (where I was born and raised until about age 20), crawfish were big. Every summer, there was a very limited period in which you could buy them in buckets (cooked) and we'd sit on the patio peeling and eating with crusty bread, the best dipping sauce and a good white wine. Quintessential Danish summer. Sigh.
p.s. I covet that car.
p.p.s. And the party. Looks fun.
Liz, I could see the hair in the first photo. It was very noticeable, and that was before I even clicked on the photo to enlarge it! Yea for your hair! You look beautiful.
Er, I meant before I scrolled down to see the close up photos, that is. :)
I love it that you took your hair to a party where you could smile with other smiling people and eat yummy yummy critters.
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