I had it planned out. Meet Lauren, take her picture a bit, dazzle her with my amazing giant apartment with walls that bleed Polaroids, then be on my way. Run some errands, then go to work as the medic for the premiere of the Michael Jackson resurrection film.
Except, when Lauren came over, I found that she was incredibly interesting, found myself engrossed in a damn fun conversation, and that every time I looked at the clock, I was disappointed to find I only had a certain amount of time left.
I kept pushing back the time I HAD TO LEAVE, ended up a good twenty minutes late fo…I MEAN, I got there right on time! {boss might just read this. my whole blog is fiction, boss! FICTION} because…well, I really liked Lauren. We talked about photography and photography and photography. And those are my three favorite subjects!!!
Also, I like her face a lot.
And there was wind outside, her hair went every which-a-way, which was also great and I just assume it followed her from Reno, so I’m crediting her with the appearance of the wind, that’s right.
And I’ll stop now, before this becomes a mash letter or something.
Except to say, that Michael Jackson premiere thing? Oy vey. Such a collection of Ed Hardy-esque weirdos you’ve never seen!
