flashback

me and tracy

My roommate Tracy and me at our Christmas party in 1991. That’s a bold blond bob wig atop Tracy’s copper tresses. She made the hat I am wearing. That black dress now lives in my costume box.

We lived in a flat above a Chinese restaurant and the living room (where this picture was taken) always vibrated slightly from the exhaust fan downstairs.

At this party I remember a whole lot of Irishmen, a cake in the shape of a surfer riding a curl, a broken window and lots of blood.

I remember these as creative, confusing, monumental and hilarious times.

My first love and I had broken up a month or so before the holidays and at this point I still wasn’t sure I wasn’t going to die of a broken heart.

But oh, I still still managed to have a lot of fun.

1 Comments

  1. Violet on July 1, 2011 at 12:26 pm

    That’s a great photo. I didn’t know you lived above a Chinese restaurant — I did, too, on Fillmore Street. Ten percent discount, sweet!