Photo Album - Heather Stephenson
This isn't the last photo you'll see with me kissing the camera. OMG, my hair was long!
In the days when I was tan and less stressed :) Awwwww…
Crazy night. But good. Very, very good. :)
June 2004 - hole in the wall called Omar’s where we all got locked in after closing and drank Paroquette’s (green, sweet, deadly) until the wee hours. I was the only one who spoke no French, and almost no one spoke English. Humbling, to be sure.
OK, so this is supposed to be of me and my dad in Norway, but it looks just like it’s me, sticking my breasts out. I never do that, nope. Not me
OK, so this is an 9-year old photo, but it’s of me, camping with a group of friends at the Steele Park Music Festival (a band an hour for 12 hours and all the sun and fun imaginable), and it is one of those weekends in a life that epitomizes happiness. And my silly grin, dumb hat and bad sunglasses capture that exactly.
OK, so Jen wants me to take this down and at this point, I’m just leaving it up to be a little wicked. There is a whole funny story about this shot, but you need to come see us at GreenFest SF in November. If we get tipsy enough at the beer garden with you, I promise to tell it.
