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Here is a tribute to our favorite e.e. esq. Put on your prettypants; it’s gonna be a long one!

It all started two and a half years ago, when I took forty pictures of e.e. for the good of mankind. This was one of them.

Then she came to New York, and other things happened.

Good luck at law school, come back soon, and remember: NO DISPOSABLE CAMERAS. You’re prettier than that.

things have happened. which I have documented, but not mentioned here. so without further ado, I present a photo catch-up post the length and breadth of which will blow your mind all over your face!

jacq graduated.

some lady took a picture of it with her iphone.

some people wore silly hats.

jacq suddenly and quite without warning became desaturated.

sisters! …happened.

sisters, mama rose and dr. uke congregated under a portrait of the great avery fisher.

things of obviously great import were discussed.

pugs were very nice!

so was this pup.

and this one!

liz had big hair and looked bored.

a team was born and its photo taken!

and jacq and I brushed up on our corporate slang.

Okay, so I’m almost a week late to the party. Granted, it was my party, and I’m just late in posting photos, but come on, they’ve been up on my Flickr this whole time!

The party theme was, officially, Real Housewives & Trailer Park Boys, but we had some stragglers. There was a Helvetica supporter, and a Superman in a blond wig. MY wig. Plenty of housewives and trailer park boyz, though, with catchphrases such as the following:

  • Taste everything, eat nothing.
  • Check yourself before you wreck yourself.
  • Smokes, let’s go.
  • Big Papa gave me this ring, and the black Escalade in the driveway, and lots of other stuff.
  • Welcome to Scrilla Villa.
  • I’m the hottest housewife.

We had cheese and jam, skinnygirl margaritas, and a ukulele performance. Plus a bunch of other performances, Will Smith and Panic! at the Disco among them. Some of us might have failed to check ourselves before we wrecked ourselves, but it was all in good fun. REMEMBER: A party is still a party even if it starts at 3 PM. Now…pictures!