Let me reiterate first that I arrived in Chicago FROM Peru the same day I flew to Atlanta. Meaning I had been flying overnight (there was a 8 hour layover in Lima) and had, for all intents and purposes, JUST crawled out of the jungle. The Amazon jungle. After having spent 10 days there meditating, walking around the rainforest, staring at hippies, reflecting on heavy cosmic shit with a Peruvian shaman, and tripping my face off. Yeah.
I immediately took a cab home from Midway, unpacked my linen pants and five-fingers, repacked 3 cocktail dresses and 2 pairs of 5-inch heels...and went directly back to the airport. It goes without saying that my brains and face melted. Instantly. Upon touchdown in Atlanta.
Oh, and, after all that time I spent coody-less in Peru, I came back to the states and, without delay, contracted hot tub rash from the pool at the W. How effing gross is THAT shit? You're welcome.
There are so many things going on here. Whatever you imagine will probably
be more fun than what was really going on. Maybe. Nah.
This photo is award winning...or at least should be.
She went on to show me her tits. As usual.
This is my love-making face.
Tiana in her famous censorship-star bikini.
myself. Right before face-melting.
I hang around and make people feel uncomfortable while they try and be professional. It's usually Tia's job, but since she was the one being professional this day, I thought I'd take up the slack.
Yeah. I mean, seriously. Have I mentioned the melting that was going on in the brain? Jungle Vs. Cocktail dress = mental instability + fun+ ridiculous amount of money spending.
We have landed.
And then on to a gallery opening at New Wave like nothing at all has happened.
Shortly after this photo I returned home and slept for 18 days.
