hair priorities over the decades

Alright – so we’re back in St. Louis finally… The trip back was a long ass kicker – taking nearly two hours to break free from Chicago rush-hour.

Took the following day to relax, do laundry and swim through the many iPhoto dumps made during the excursion.

While anally labeling and time stamping the images I remembered an older archive scan from yesterdecade. I had promised Brenna (previous non-entry) that I wouldn’t share her stogie pic with the world, (for if I was maintaining a blog – then fair turnabout would be posting an equally embarrassing photo of Tony). The one I have on hand – drags me right into that ball of shame…

“Dr. Tony” and I were best mates back in those days. I can still remember the adolescent sense of freedom when we’d drive for countless hours, nowhere, with the windows rolled down in his mother’s flesh colored Doge Aspen. Aside from the moving landscape, the only sensory stimulation was the blaring Duran Duran B-Sides and the stench our combined overuse of Beneton Colorsâ„¢. (And how did only I wind up being the fag?)

T’s new woman has definitely put him through a type of finishing school – I assume the kind you get when you shack up with a dame with real class… but funny – every once in a while little “Tonyisms” still surface. We’re all really the same people we were in high school – just polished up some.

Oh yeah – and with a significantly less pronounced focus on hair.