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This isn’t the last photo you’ll see with me kissing the camera. OMG, my hair was long…
My 31st Birthday at Le Pescadou. REALLY red and shiny.
My last birthday - only a little red and shiny at this point…
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.
Not that we needed to salute the sun that day - sweltering…
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.
Paris
Left the original photo title. Sarah and I in Paris, heading out for a night that ended at daylight. Ahem.
Outside ‘inoteca (where else?) with:
Yelena Shister (PR maven)
Chad Keinanen (tech guru)
Graham Hill (Treehugger shaman)
and yours truly…
I had to put this up because Jen is making me take down the shot of me with my leg behind my head in compass pose.
My 33rd Birthday party…
He’s famous at a day old…
Those tall, handsome kids used to be my “little” cousins… and I was even wearing crazy heels…
