Oh my stars and garters! Where have I been?
New York, you say? Mercy! I can hardly recall it- seems like
a dream. It rained nearly the whole time we were there.
It was wonderful. I haven’t really had time to process
any of it- hopefully the following will enable me to do just that.
Incidentally, I’ve misplaced my brainpan around here somewhere,
and so in the meantime I’ve been using this manky old crockpot
instead, filled with a mixture of ponderousness and piebald
perfidy, petulance, peevishness- in other words a panoply
and profusion of picayune peccadilloes.
Pah!

One day I shall have to learn how to stand up straight and tall, like a real lady.

Perhaps I could take lessons from her.
Since our return from our sojourn to the big
rootle-dootle-apple-strudel I’ve been
preternaturally preoccupied (knock it off!)
with working-girl woes (I say, this is ridiculous!)
and other vagaries and vagueries of my venal, vagabond vays, dah-link.
And I’ve completely exhausted myself in the process.
Hah!

Gateau au chocolat for breakfast is de rigueur at chez Dion
where my darling, the delightful Mlle. Dana and her sweetheart Peabody
hosted us, in their very elegant and varying abodes
(we caught them in the midst of a move, poor dears!)

Bride Fight

We went to Coney Island.
I rode the Cyclone.
I thought I was going to die.

I’m much more a of Wonder Wheel kind of girl.

My love contemplating the wonders of the sideshow by the seashore..

A very sad little ice cream cone. With a moustache.

I ♥ popcorn, candy apples, Princess Pea-force, and the candyman.

Look at the pink cash register!
The candyman was so excited
he offered to pose for us.
His hair is great.
That place is the best.

Bump your ass off.

A happy little blue tooth in the night.
Did he have a candy apple too?
A second installment to follow,
I’m much too sleepy just now..