Tomorrow I start mainlining chemo at the DF and will continue to do so through June. So, we kicked off our "Fuck Cancer 2009" tour (many thanks for the lid, Cameo) this past week. For a few days, I suspended my fascist vegan, no caffeine, no alcohol, no gluten, no meat, no dairy nunnish existence and got down to celebrating my last days with hair and high energy (for a while) with people I love.
James and I stay out past 11 p.m. at Tosca Caffe with P and Maria
Burds among burds at Strawberry Fair.
Mr. Bean's fireside dinner in the burbs.
Snack and story time at Paulie's school.
"I'm NOT a inspiration, I'm stoned on anti-anxiety meds."
Slainte! January Suppah Club@Rustic Kitchen
Cam at age 8: "I loved to hop up on the can at my grandmother's house. Splash on a little Jean Nate and scratch my back with a monkey paw."
Lizard Lounge (at Papa Razzi): Liz and I raise a toast with pomegranate martinis, aka the Fuck Cancertini. Pomegranate is a very potent anti-cancer fruit.
My favorite girl along for the lunch.
And another favorite girl along for the gelato! LPD gathers energy for surplus shopping.
Escape from the Japanese suburban danceclub! Jacksons/Nortons/Drinans score a table among the clusterfuck at Burton's.
Katie, Gena and I: "balls deep" in the anti-cancer booze.