Tuesday, November 14, 2006
We had a party in NYC to celebrate our journey through South America. I included in each invitation a beaded necklace, from which hung a plum-sized, varnished piranha head, jaws opened wide.
Who could resist?
Rita came, the most beautiful woman at the party. Aaahh, why did I capture her in the least flattering pose, looking straight up her nostrils? She'd had enough partying. The blow-gun contests, the thick black Brazilian Xingu beer and a couple of caiparinhas got the best of Rita.
She flopped on a bed, amidst the pile of all our guests' heavy winter coats and, as usual, struck a glamorous pose.
Girl can't help it.
Posted by VH McKenzie at 9:15 PM