The Roof Is On Fire

Thursday was a day of many burns. There were burns of all different sorts- from the sun's radioactive rays piercing the fair skinned, to the red-hot lentil curry we served as a small group, to the sparks of insults that ignited as we lovingly gathered to prepare for the food and fellowship together.

This is Fi, out on The Meadows, during the one day of the year that Eddie Bert was warm. Hours later she would regret that she turned her back to the sun, but for now, she is re-considering that favorite question of ours: wee through the nose or smell through the bum? She's imagining how she'd do the latter.

Joel, on the other hand, prefers the weeing. (Actually, he was trying to look "thoughtful," but Thoughtful Joel and Peeing Through the Nose Joel look pretty similar. This man takes his acting lessons from Joey Tribbiani.)

Elle, disgusted by her companions, walks off in a dramatic huff with balloons trailing behind her. Plus, she also left because I am convinced that Fi and her could never be photographed together. It was miracle enough that I saw them in the same room together this week. And even though, I had a sneaking suspicion that one of them was a body double.