Well, it’s been kind of an interesting week, filled with synchronicity and a few photographic misconceptions that I might want to clear up…or not. But first, there’s been some talk of “what are you waiting for?” or more accurately, perhaps, what am I waiting for, so here’s the teaser for my holy-cow-yes-I’m-finally-doing-it CD project! And rest assured, there will be lots to follow about it soon!
So back to my week in pictures…
It all started a few days ago, when my friend Loralee told me about spotting Val, one of the Dancing with the Stars pro dancers at a restaurant near her home in Florida. Good friend that I am, I humored her as she, in no uncertain terms, told me of his God-like appearance and otherwise general magnificence. Now, I have as much appreciation for magnificence as the next girl, but I feel certain, hard as I tried, there was some eye-rolling going on on my end of the phone line.
Our conversation ended with her telling me that I had to go see the God-like creature’s dancing brother, Maks, on Broadway in Forever Tango. And I told her that, short of a ticket falling from the sky, this wasn’t gonna happen.
Funny thing – two days later, some friends called me with an extra ticket the next night to see Forever Tango. So off I went to see at least one Chmerkovskiy brother in person.
Standing with my friends in the sweltering heat outside the Walter Kerr Theater waiting to see Maks, I spotted the younger Val Chmerkovskiy, yes, in all his stunningly sculpted, well, perfection, really. (Loralee was not lying about that.) And I wanted a picture to send her as proof of, well, nothing, really. Hell, he’s a gorgeous. Why pretend there’s really any justifiable reason other than that?
But I don’t have the nerve to bug the guy in the sweltering heat with the crowds of people. That’s what I have friends for. So Renato, the designated photographer and purveyor of anything you could ever dream up, stops Val, who is walking by right in front of us, and asks him to take a picture with me, which he very kindly does, with not an ounce of attitude or arrogance. The picture is taken, Val is on his way, I message it to Loralee, who, for reasons of my history with this kind of synchronicity, is not all that surprised, and we’re done – almost.
Then, my friend, Anthony, suggests I post said picture on my Facebook page. Why not? So I go ahead and do this. And while I’m at it, why not tweet it, also?
By intermission, I have more Facebook messages than I’ve ever gotten when it's not my birthday. And for those who watch Dancing with the Stars, there was much enthusiasm. But for those who don’t watch it, and who don’t evidently read captions, I appear to be dating a pretty hot guy. (I won’t go into the mathematics I did that all added up to…crap, I’m Mrs. Robinson.)
Okay, so on to the next bit of fun with photography…
Evidently, there’s a phenomenon known as Throwback Thursday. I don’t know if it began on Twitter or Facebook, or how it came into existence. And for that matter, don’t get me started on the origins of the term “hashtag,” either, because these are questions best left for people with some time on their hands. Let’s just say that I’ve observed it for a while now and gotten a kick out of it.
Well, on this particular Throwback Thursday, after seeing Kenny Loggins tweet side by side pictures of himself now versus a time when reindeer sweater-vests and unruly facial hair were smokin’ hot, (and really, when are they not?), I couldn’t resist the urge to jump in and play along. Only one minor obstacle:
Me + Social Media + Technology = Hilarious
(Translation: I had no idea how to get an old hard copy picture of me side by side with a current digital picture of me housed on my computer. Stop laughing.)
By day’s end, I had taken a picture of my old picture with my swanky iPhone and posted it on FB and Twitter. Really, is this the best use of my energy?
Well, if you thought the picture of me with the dancer got a response, you should try posting a 20 year old picture of yourself. Even though I mentioned “Throwback Thursday,” and it was, in fact, a Thursday, I’m still certain that people didn’t quite get it. Or they just chose to make me feel really good, which they did, bless their hearts.
But you know, once you start in with this kind of stuff, you just can’t stop. So I, who have not changed my profile picture since Facebook statuses were chiseled on cave walls, decided it was time for an update. By this time, though, it was Friday.
So here’s me then & now. And don't ask me how I got them side by side. It only took me until Sunday.
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