Ladies Go Crazy For A Sharp Dressed Man

First off, more new photos are up: I added St. Luke's in Liverpool to the Churches, Cloisters, and Cathedrals III album. The church is Heather's now. I was thinking of her for some reason, wandering around the pretty green gardens there. So, Heathen, I got you a church! I also made a video - a quick tour around the church grounds. You can see it here:

In other news: lots of birthdays going on in January. In addition to two sisters' birthdays in the U.S. there's also my littlest roommate's birthday, which was on the 9th. She turned 9 and had all her friends over for a shindig that day at her place (which is also at my place). A hoard of 9 year olds? Huzzah. But it wasn't just any birthday party, friends; it was a THEMED PARTY! AHHHH!!! The theme was "No Girls Allowed", which meant that the little room and all her friends came dressed up and acting like boys. Dressing like a boy apparently means big baggy clothes and baseball caps. Acting like a boy apparently means yelling in a deep voice, insulting everyone, and generally being even more of a spaz than usual. Little Roomie borrowed my batman t-shirt for the dressing part, which was comical, as it in no way fit her. She had to wear, like, two shirts underneath it and it still looked way baggy.

So I'm helping with the birthday party, handing out name tags and making french fries. Johanna became Johann, Nadine became Klaus, and so on with the name changing. Then the faux-boys yell at me, "Hey, you're a girl! No girls allowed!" and I say, "No I'm not! I'm a man! Look -- I have suspenders and trousers and everything!" (Side Note: Why does my conception of manhood boil down to suspenders and trousers?) And again the boys yell "But you have nail polish on! And no beard!" I was not about to undo all the hard nail painting I had just completed, but I could grant the other wish. And so, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you my male alter ego, Herr Fabian von Winstead:





A ladies' man, no? Look at that face. That's thirty seconds with my black eyeliner pencil right there. Genius.

I geev you keeses, ladies. Lots of keeses.

So dashing, I know. To tell the truth, I was quite taken with my little moustache/soul patch combo. Kind of devilish, kind of romantic. I think if I were a man, this is probably the kind of facial hair I'd have.

Jeez, I can't believe I actually think this stuff sometimes.