My friends are funnier than I am
February 25, 2005 | 11:41 am | Blog | Conversations, Friends, Houston | 0
My friend Lance will be having the very first public showing of his photography starting this weekend. He sent me this e-mail about it the other day:
“yo im putting ten or twelve photos on display at the king bizkit bar and grill on white oak, rich people hang out there so hopefully ill sell something… im hanging them friday afternoon, they gave me good space behind the bar with spotlights. congrats on the impending nuptuals, if jesus doesnt call me home to glory before then ill take the photos. that will be my gift (no refunds). its unreal, all of the things that are happening to you and C. if you told me you had been chosen to be the first blonde on Pluto i wouldnt blink.”
Lance doesn’t really spell that horribly. He does take awesome pictures, though, and I’m more than honored to have him memorialize the only wedding I’ll ever have. Lance and a handful of other people make up the group that I like to refer to as my Houston family, a family that is just as dysfunctional and crazy as my real family, but I love them anyway. Often, when we’re intoxicated and it’s Christmas Eve and the world seems full of possibilities, Lance and I talk about working on a book together – him taking the photos and me writing the text.
So basically this is a shameless plug for anybody who can to go see Lance’s artwork. He even plans to put a photo he took of me in New Orleans on display. I may go, if I have time, but I have to pack my bags and get ready for my upcoming trip to Pluto.