That's what I want to say to someone, anyone right now. It sounds wildly romantic. Much more so than arranging to meet someone at the top of the Empire State Building, where they will be cranky and sweaty after 45 minutes in a queue and zapped by XRays which are supposed to keep us all safe but will probably cancerise soft warm places. You really should come to Lavender Bay. It's cool and secret. Brett Whiteley once lived there and painted beautiful pictures and left sculptures for us to meet at. |
the lavender phone book. |
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Shame about the Boom Room. |
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tiff and andie cooked burgers. what's going on at the kimbell right now? unless your just going for the hell of it. there's some exhibit i'm supposed to see at 'the modern' - i've got a cousin who works there and keeps me on the inside track. |
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Had to change a tire in 102 degree heat. The modern was fun, though. My 20 month old nephew has started talking. He knows three words. Everything round is "ball!" Every color is "yellow!" Every vehicle is "truck!" There was a scale model yellow VW bug in the museum store. He had a fit of joy. :) |
women in chaps turn me on. epecially ones with lariats who can rope and hog-tie me. "Meet me at the first sculpture in Lavender Bay. I'll have my chaps and a rope, you naughty little dogie." and now we're back in australia. i wouldn't mind lying on the grass in lavender bay right now, with or without rope. |
Today we would have to meet on my front lawn because I'm not going anywhere. |