going out with a bang

In which I experience the magic that is a Ghirardelli Earthquake with the help of some lactase pills (thanks Spenser), encourage my six-foot-two lecturer to go down the big slide at the playground (to the consternation of the little kids' parents), and attempt Thousand Armed Buddha photos on the roof of the Westfield shopping center, as a goodbye to George before he left for New York.

Photos by my brother, who was not aware that my slip-shorts were not supposed to be visible.

Above, purple ringer t-shirt: Wicked tour. Parka thing: mother's, H&M. Purple cardigan: Uniqlo. Floral dress: secondhand, aunt's. Purple tights: H&M. Canvas shoes: Payless.

Photogenicity (Photogenia? Photogeny? Photogenicia?) is a well-kept family secret.