Sometimes I wonder why people, kids usually, have pictures of themselves on the internet drunk, stoned, or you know, tongue out and drooling.
You'd think, being a "public" forum, much like Town Hall, that people would "dress themselves up" for it.
I'm thinking this way partly because of a fun party I went to last night, at very dear friend, artist Ted Haykal's. Two of the people who were there, I've known for 25 years, Ted Haykal and Mary Lavendiere (also an incredible artist!), and her husband Henry, who we've also known for maybe 20 years? Not sure how long they've been married.
And also Annie OBrien, another artist and writer was there, my island neighbor from way back, and Kevin Attra and Rhonda Dale, and all these other similarly creative interesting people who I've met in more recent years, and some I was just meeting. Ted always has the best parties.
So Ted had told me to bring my guitar, he insisted that I should sing, and so when I was getting ready I thought, "this is a good excuse for lipstick."
And I wanted to do something really dramatic with my eyes. And I had gold-brown eyeliner that has a slight glitter, and mascara, and purple and silver eye-shadow, and I had a really great outfit, this riding jacket I'd bought on e-bay and a glorious scarf Echo found down in the horsebarn.
But I looked horrifying when I finished with the make-up. I should have taken pictures, but suffice to say at this age, less is more.

So I took it all off, and the whole process made me laugh at myself and whatever it was that I was trying to do with the make-up.
Then I went to make my impression, whatever it would be, at the party. A first thing that happened was one of my still newish hearing aids went "squack!" in my ear, apparently the battery was dying, and I had to publicly grab it out of my ear (my hearing aid feels very private to me, sort of like my diaphragm). And then I only had one functional hearing aid for the rest of the party.
I want to come across as a good listener, as youthful, intelligent. But I have to use the body and the life that I have now, not the body I had when I was twenty. So I went ahead and felt the music and I was able to sing along. I don't know if I was on pitch or not, but I don't really need to know.
Charlie has been asking me to do something special for a week, so Charlie was the "special privilege" dog who got to go to his first party last night! And he was a very good boy, just exactly like he promised, sweet with everyone, and laying down neatly and politely where asked, responsive to requests to stay off, no counter surfing, people helped me train him, gave him a fantastic first party experience there. Charlie made my heart burst with pride.



















