Last night I learned that only two degrees separate me from Michael Jackson. And frankly that scares the shit out of me.
As a recent National Enquirer put it, Jackson's lawyer, Thomas Mesereau, some years ago attended a pajama-lingerie party where, it so happens, my friend Tami Smith happened to be, clad in her full-steam-ahead dominatrix gear. Evidently, Tami put a dog collar around Mesereau and said, "Worship me!" Mesereau got down on his knees, and someone captured the moment on film. Now he's National Enquirer fodder, the grinning guy on his knees in the image to the left.
Today Tami came over dressed as "Jewels," one of her many characters. (For more about Tami Smith, check out her website at www.tamismith.com.) She helped us celebrate Eva's birthday. Happy Birthday Eva!! Julie, my good friend and sister-in-law, took the photos of Tami and me.
I took the last two. Eva and I laughing... being silly... having a grand time. Joy. Pure joy.
