Oh kids, I keep feeling like I'm letting you down. I'm still sick and dumber than ever, so I've decided to rely on my new favorite crutch - that's right, more retro photos. My old favorite crutch was alcohol and abusive men, so I feel like I'm making progress here.
I was supposed to go out with my friend G. to celebrate the birthday of this guy who works at Dirty John's Grocery and used to work at Gabes, but I'm on day eight of this annoying cold and so I had to lame-out at the last minute. I'm sad because I haven't seen my friend G. in forever. She truly is the world's best salty broad and I love that about her.
So, since I've grounded myself, I thought I'd throw a pretend cocktail party on my blog. You know, the old fashioned kind from the late fifties, where all the women had on funky hats and the men wore suits, and everyone (even the kids, apparently) had a cocktail in hand.
The back of this one says it was taken at my Uncle Peter and Aunt Liz's wedding in 1957, so my parents wouldn't get married for another year yet. My mom would have been twenty-five back then. Isn't it weird sometimes to think of your folks being so young and newly dating? It's almost like they were real people and not just your parents who weren't allowed to have lives outside of your existence.
This concludes my blogtail party. Now, go smoke yourself a Lucky Strike, and drive home drunk in your '57 Chevy.