Yeah, I wore makeup that day–but only because my friend Scott insisted on “doing me” for the wedding. Poor Scott. He thought of me as his own personal Barbie doll. He once cried after I washed off the makeup he’d spent an hour applying, saying “I just can’t help you.”
Y’all wouldn’t want to see my wedding photos. We got married at 7:30 in the morning by a Republican Judge in Richardson, Texas who swung by her chambers right quick on her way to go gambling in Shreveport and left her family in the car (running) while she performed the ceremony. When we left her building there was an old Asian man in the park across the street being chased by geese. Then we went to the movies.
I really don’t (didn’t) look like Meg White or Faye Dunaway. In my 30s I looked exactly like that one photo of Meg White that I’m too lazy to find (Flannery?) But only Scott had it in his head that I looked like Faye Dunaway. He once worked for some time on my hair and makeup, then grabbed my face and fiercely asked a friend of his, “Okay, who does she look like?”
Scared Friend: “Cybill Shepherd?”
Scott: “NO! FAYE DUNAWAY, asshole!”
Oh that’s a nice picture of Meg. Every time I see her I think–Cindy!–and then I also think of that sweet way Meg White turns her head to the side when she plays the drums
1981 was a good year.
I remember your hair like that.
And you were totally wearing makeup there. You looked pretty.
that’s some good right there. we should do a wedding photo saturday.
Yeah, I wore makeup that day–but only because my friend Scott insisted on “doing me” for the wedding. Poor Scott. He thought of me as his own personal Barbie doll. He once cried after I washed off the makeup he’d spent an hour applying, saying “I just can’t help you.”
You looked like Meg White. Or was that Faye Dunaway…?
I like the idea of a wedding photo Saturday. And Cindy, Daryl, just like the time I saw it in Deron and Amy’s living room, this photo makes me YAY.
yes, Flannery, goddammit, I’ve been trying to figure it out.
Y’all wouldn’t want to see my wedding photos. We got married at 7:30 in the morning by a Republican Judge in Richardson, Texas who swung by her chambers right quick on her way to go gambling in Shreveport and left her family in the car (running) while she performed the ceremony. When we left her building there was an old Asian man in the park across the street being chased by geese. Then we went to the movies.
I really don’t (didn’t) look like Meg White or Faye Dunaway. In my 30s I looked exactly like that one photo of Meg White that I’m too lazy to find (Flannery?) But only Scott had it in his head that I looked like Faye Dunaway. He once worked for some time on my hair and makeup, then grabbed my face and fiercely asked a friend of his, “Okay, who does she look like?”
Scared Friend: “Cybill Shepherd?”
Scott: “NO! FAYE DUNAWAY, asshole!”
That was easy:
I was thinking Dunaway. it’s in the cheeks below the eyes.
I think Clusterflock broke it. I uploaded it to my site:
HERE got-dammit.
Deron, if Scott were alive today, he would burst into tears.
So, Flannery, did you get pictures of the goose chase?
Sadly, no. There is actually no photographic evidence of my wedding day at all. “Ironic” since we are both photographers, I guess.
Oh that’s a nice picture of Meg. Every time I see her I think–Cindy!–and then I also think of that sweet way Meg White turns her head to the side when she plays the drums
You should’ve invited Alanis Morissette.
At least it wasn’t raining that day.
You oughta know.
Okay, I’m sorry. That’s all.
I’m with Deron. Faye!
Beautiful photo – days before my son was born. And as you know we are both 58 babies!
Wedding photo Saturday sounds perfect. I have so many photos that I could embarrass myself with.
Oh, Phil, do it! I love seeing old photos.
I shall!
I don’t have any from my first marriage, but, I do have others. Roll on Saturday!
You don’t, indeed, look like Faye Dunaway in general. But in this photo, at this age, with your head at this angle, there is a resemblance.
I was hoping someone would comment on Daryl’s beauty in this photo.
My god, we were happy. We remain happy. Love is the most glorious thing in all the world.
oh, oh, oh… a young Amy Irving!
My Dunaway comment was addressed to Daryl.
Oh, Carole, I’ve never heard that one! I have reddish hair, though, so that kind of throws it.