I actually got approval for one of the pictures to be used when I did my Vegas blog post a week or two back. David was good with it......the one we took in the casino.
He wasn't really briefed on the one that was taken 18 years ago.
Time is a harsh mistress. Oddly enough I don't feel too much different than I did back then. I don't act a lot different either. Looks are another matter. But as the Bangles once sang, "time time time....see what's become of me." Ok, really it was Simon & Garfunkel first, but few people actually know that.
David tried to tell me we have known each other for 37 years, not 27. While that would have been great, I would have been all of 10 when I met him. He was always worse at math than I was - and trust me, that ain't good.
This picture was taken in Tijuana. I'm sorry - but I my head looks like it could have been on Frankenstein's monster but with a worse hair-do. No worries - in a few years from this snap, there'd be nothing on top anyways. .....for either of us. I was also beanpole thin. Maybe the black was just slimming. Not a great look.
At least David looks good in his Jew-fro.
Fast forward two decades. Oy.
Nothing wrong with these two guys. We might be balder, we might be greyer, we might not be slim jims anymore - fuck, unless your Bobby Sands or Karen Carpenter, who is thinner than 20 years ago? At least we still have winning smiles and personalities.
And just because I'm mega-queer, and am preemtively making David feel better about the 1993 picture I posted without his permission, I am tossing a pic up here that his partner, Duck, took of me in Vegas.
The only way this picture could have been any more gay is if I had thrown my arms in the air and did a big "Ta-Da!" pose. Which I actually think I did, but Duck didn't get it on camera. Thank g-d!
Song by: Fairport Convention