Diamond Legs
After a lovely lunch, an innocent cup of tea. Oh, I forgot. This was before the cup of tea. Without fail, the legs moved while the picture processed. It was all I could do to keep up.
A friend who checks in at the Daily Blague from time to time came uptown for a late lunch. She was on her way to a Rat Dog concert at Radio City, hence the attire. (For those of you who, like me, have no idea what Rat Dog is, I'll just say that The Grateful Dead lives on.) Coming back to the apartment after lunch, we repaired to separate nose-powdering facilities, after which I checked up on things at the desk and my friend made calls from the balcony, which is the best place to be on a cell phone here. Looking out my window... this entire entry is proof that I have not grown up one iota since kindergarten, when I was the terror of the schoolyard, peeking up girls' skirts. I am a Troublemaker!
