upr_crust
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Bill Cunningham didn't take my picture (with my partner), as far as I know, though three other photographers did. One photo has shown up on a website called "Guest of a Guest", one was taken by the museum's own photographer, and will, if previous years are any indication, show up on the museum's web site in about six months. I will keep Googling to find where the third one went ( I obviously have no life . . .
I am alleged to be fun with whom to drink, though I am the original "cheap date" - it takes little to get me buzzed. I can fully attest to the delightful company that Cleav can be, though our encounters have been lunches (the Criterion or La Petite Maison in London), not pub crawls. I will leave it to Cleav to recount his feats of alcoholic derring-do, and whether one would be trounced showing up at his local with a murse.
As it is, I like Chicago . ).
We'll keep an eye out for you, Crusty.
Bill Cunningham didn't take my picture (with my partner), as far as I know, though three other photographers did. One photo has shown up on a website called "Guest of a Guest", one was taken by the museum's own photographer, and will, if previous years are any indication, show up on the museum's web site in about six months. I will keep Googling to find where the third one went ( I obviously have no life . . .
I'm guessing it would be a lot of fun to get drunk with upr_crust. Make it upr_crust and Cleav and I imagine it'd be a great time...
Considering they have actually gotten together before, I agree. I suggest we Shanghai the both of them and force them to party with a choice number of us on a Chicago rooftop bar.
This was partly what I was referring to, plus I just imagine it'd be fun to get drunk with Cleav... so long as you don't show up to the pub with a man-bag.
I am alleged to be fun with whom to drink, though I am the original "cheap date" - it takes little to get me buzzed. I can fully attest to the delightful company that Cleav can be, though our encounters have been lunches (the Criterion or La Petite Maison in London), not pub crawls. I will leave it to Cleav to recount his feats of alcoholic derring-do, and whether one would be trounced showing up at his local with a murse.
As it is, I like Chicago . ).