flashback
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.
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!