On forgetting whether or not I ever told my blog that I danced to I'm Every Woman with Jane Fonda.

Seriously. 

I'm going through my photo archives for another day in a row, putting together some images for a friend of mine, and wow. The things you don't really forget but don't actively remember. Like this: 

That's my mother on the far right in this one. She looks like we all felt.

 

This is what happens when you follow Dylan McDermott into the W hotel in New Orleans because you figure that's where the party is because his stepmother just happens to be throwing it. And then somehow you end up in the party yourself (**coughpresspasscough**) standing a few feet away from an open bar and Rosario Dawson. 

 

 Dudes this is still funny, almost two years later.

 

That will never not be funny to me. That ain't no On Golden Pond. 

I have no idea what I said exactly to get us in those doors but I will never be sorry. Like Ferris said, life moves pretty fast. You don't stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it. 

Whole set here. Fabulous trip. 

Comments

[Sarah, Goon Squad Sarah]

I never knew about this.

Fucking awesome.

[Jennie]

My crush on you just skyrocketed.

[LoriHC]

I'm speechless. Speechless with a giant grin on my face.

[AnnQ]

That is seriously awesome!!! Gotta love Jane Fonda.

[Deb]

Fabulous. The Jane no less!

[Katie]

Um. Just told this story today...to my advisor. Random. "You should have a pass for my colleague, as well." "Our mother and other sister are downstairs." Classic.

[Vicky]

That, my friend, is awesome!

[UpsideUp]

and the picture of you is just the perfect punctuation mark at the end of it all. like, "aaand here's me, taking a minute away from it all. with a boa."

[Mel]

That is such a good story--AND fantastic pictures.

[StacieF]

AWESOME!