March 31, 2001: The Infamous Sandbox Party

This picture below is actually such a hilarious cross-reference of various threads and eras that I could get sidetracked for days merely discussing all contained within. I guess this is a good example of how when you meet people for the first time, you often have no idea what the hell they are even talking about, though it makes perfect sense to them. This is why we get sidetracked, and have trouble sticking to the script.

But I mean, with all due respect to the five people depicted in this photo, who were if nothing else quite obviously present for the night in question, and all the other fine folks who attended…none of us are typically the first subject on anyone’s lips when somebody mentions this night. Nor for that matter are the strange complementary touches visible elsewhere around them. The floral print coach and lamp are from a previous girlfriend (Jill) who is not on hand for these festivites…Megan here is the only person, God bless her, apart from Damon and me, who paid any mind whatsoever to our directives, that they should dress accordingly tropical, never mind the snow outside…there’s a disco ball mounted here, as ever, which was an Xmas present from my brother a few years earlier…the unmistakeable Keith Richards and Andy Gibb photos flanking the NO DRUGS sign that Damon and I scored from this blues festival where local musician A.C. Collins just about lost…