Pictures

A disaster happened the night before I left Cali- ok- maybe not a disaster in the scope of worldwide disasters, but a very unfortunate incident indeed. In an effort to erase the one too many pictures I had that my niece cinnamon had taken of hersle posing in front of the mirror leaving a bright flash of a picture, I accidentally erased all images. That's right, ALL images of my Christmas break, my New Years, and my last moments in London before heading home. Such as my brief encounter with Amy Winehouse-

Yup. I met her on the street in front of the Piaf theater, she was on her way to the gym. It all started as a 5 hour adventure to find a Burberry sample sale I had been invited to by a boss of mine. So in hour three after we took a lunch break, lorena mentioned that a particular skinny girl walking by with a bright colored scarf on her head looked like Amy Winehouse. We were both on the phone at the moment and I did a double take. She WAS Amy winehouse. A much cleaner looking, less paparazzi drug looking Amy. So we approached her and her friend and politely asked if we could take a picture with her. There was another couple right in front of us who had asked so we didn't feel so bad. Anyway the proof was taken and erased on my sister's couch the night before I left San Fran. But just as well.

Anyway I digress. I will now post the few pictures (most of my adorable nephew Koby) that I was able to take in the hours before leaving my family.


All the other beautiful images of a fun Christmas break are living in my memories. They are mostly images of laughter. Of relaxing and lounging around Santa Barbara. Of Shane holding up a shiny sequence thong I gave him as my secret santa gift. Of Koby's shirt given to him by his buddy or tia tamara with the caption "my first Christmas on it". Pictures of going out for drinks at James Joyce and other random places.. ultimately ending up back at James Joyce. Pictures of Mom and Dad in the sunset... the sunset pictures on the beaches of Santa Barbara were the ones I regret losing. Images of orange and yellow surrounding us. A Picture of my dad on his knees proposing to my mom once again with the oceanand the sun setting in the distance. A picture of dancing with Tamara and Danica, of Danica being twirled around to salsa at a spped much to fast for heels. Of Boima dancing Head shoulders knees and toes with a drunk who jsut got mugged. Of Tamara and Boima dancing in their own private world. Of me receiving a great big hug from Tamara a great picture if I do say so myself. Great memories that perhaps don't need pictures to be remembered. In the end the pictures we keep in our minds and the memories we remember don't need proof to have existed. They reappear in random moments of consequence and we remember yet again those people, those places, those experiences that live forever in our hearts.