Joyeux Pugilanteux!
Happy Boxing Day!
Told that to a fellow restaurant regular/eater today who immediately put up his dukes.
I mean really.
Off to the annual Boxing Day fete at Matt's loft tonight, a candlelit affair with old-timers and creative types, picturesquely across the way from the wedding-tiered Niagara Mohawk building.
Six days until 2004 and the whiff of new promise(s), skangly-assed behaviour and attendant "hang-over" (and hopefully not police record), well-wishings and pro party-hops.
Shooting tomorrow includes a second wedding at a country club for a pair who hired me sight and portfolio unseen. Simply on the rec of one of their pals.
Now that is trust.
Trust and parties are the spice of life.
Mulled (not nulled) love.