WHO DAT! Um, not these 4.
the newest members of the Dudes Who Will Not Be Seeing Me Naked Club, 2010. I wish, OH HOW I WISH, one of these humans would approach me at the bar for a holler attempt followed by a shutting down from me. (In my dreamlife, I decimate them with my sharp tongue and ability to mean-mug; in reality, though, I’m sure I’d just say “Hey, I’ll be right back” and get lost in the crowd. I mean, c’mon, I’m not a mean person).
Mardi Gras parades! Dr. John is the grand marshall of one. Meanwhile, in Los Angeles, a certain lady blogger is going to Target. Also, Dr. John: Dude Who Could See Me Naked Anytime. Sorry Mom.
Mardi Gras beads. Nerdery abounds, now and forever.