The five rolls that I shot at Jen's wedding won't be in until Saturday, so we'll all have to make do with these couple that were just sent over to me by my friend Amy. Amy and I have known each other literally since kindergarden. Crazy.
Old Skool Norwalkers. We date back to the Reagan years.
Jen and her Pop
Joe, Jen's brother. This kid can dance.
Trust me, there are many more to come all the characters from Norwalk, Connecticut and beyond.
In unrelated news, last night my dinner turned to just drinks and so I had a lot of time to kill in the evening. I wandered into the Virgin Mega store where I picked up a few CDs. I took home Cab Calloway's Hep Cats and Cool Jive and John Coltrane's Transistion. The Cab Calloway is insanely good. Go get yourself a copy right now.
Oh, and how psycho is Atoosa Rubenstein? Against my better judgement I watched Miss Seventeen last night. It seemed like a simple enough reality show until Atoosa kicked Leah out because she basically said she really liked being on television and ultimately wants to be a celebrity of some sort. I say, good for Leah. She has goals. Apparently, though, Atoosa isn't into upward mobility beyond the cubicle maze and gave her the heave ho.
It was totally unfair, even by Miss Seventeen standards. However, let's not forget that basically these young girls are vying for an internship. An internship. I was an intern once at a big, glossy fashion magazine and let me tell you, all those chickies are going to be doing is fetching lattes and opening up a lot of mail. And I didn't have to go through a reality show in order to get that gig. I just sent in a resume and some clips.
So ladies, you've been warned. Then again, perhaps being cut by Atoosa is the best thing that could ever happened to Leah.
