It was only a matter of time before Queen L found someone a little more...permanent. As you might have already discovered this lady is always on the scene, whether she's having a burger at Shakespeare's or drinking whiskey sours at Shady Pines...in her world there is always someone to meet and a new date every day of the week. I've got to give it to her, this girl has helped me out with a lot of my own personal research and collectively we've been on dates with enough men to create a small army. From Pro Golfers to Russian Models we've met them in some obscure place and allowed them to argue their case over a bottle (sometimes two) of red wine. Most of them don't make it past the first date but hey thats what being single is about- the thrill of the chase.
I should have known that she was going to end up with a hipster, who she met at some irrelevant dive bar where we were all standing around playing pool. She was attracted to his laid back style and that cheeky glimmer in his eye and he liked the way she expertly handled the balls...the cue and object balls of course! Anyway its one thing to just tell you the story, but you know me...I like to go that one step further and give you a little peak into what really happened that night (and the morning after) with a montage of shitty quality photos followed by some photographs I took on my SLR cam the next day.
A Head Of Hanson Or
The Night Queen L Was Seduced By A Hipster
T'was just a regular old Wednesday night at a grungy dive bar somewhere near Central Station. The girls were chatting about work and as per usual I was taking photos like a a creepy asian tourist.
Lady B was pulling some serious moves and to our surprise managed to sink three balls in a row...a hidden talent perhaps?
"Speaking of talent, hey cool hipster boy do you want to play with me... *us?"
It doesn't take much to impress Queen L...
Especially when you look like a member of the 90's pop-rock band 'Hanson'.
Hellllooooo Taylor Hanson ;)
And then things started to get a little blurry...two bottles became ten bottles and three housemates became five new BFFs. I'm still unsure as to what this boy who somewhere along the way looks like he incurred a fairly severe injury is passing me in this photo? Perhaps it was some money?...a pocket sized dictionary? A little lizard he'd trapped in a cigarette case...
Nek Minute...
Since Mr. H. Hanson (Mr. Hair-like-Hanson) had stayed the night in the Dirthouse, I decided that it gave me the right to take pictures of him while he lit up in our backyard. He barely even noticed that I was there...it must have been a 'magic' cigarette he was smoking.
It appeared as though a stir fry flinging competition had taken place in our backyard and for some reason everyone was pointing the finger at me. Come on guys i'm not that filthy!
Mr. H. Hanson was welcomed into the Dirthouse with open arms by all of the Queens and he definitely made a lasting impression on Queen L...It must have been his boyish Charm? She promptly made him a cup of coffee and gave him rein of the Dirthouse throne (stool).
Meanwhile I had been banished to the backyard to hose off the now solidified stir fry residue...the fact that my pants were wedged so high up my bum made the situation all the more enjoyable. Oh well, I guess you can't win them all.
Until next time lovers!
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