...Tara in a GAY-ASS HAT! Whoops! There goes your erection! Hehe. Anybody that knows me knows that my biggest pet peave is girls in hats. Ugh, they just make me angry. Tara had stashed this in her car and meant to wear it when she picked me up at the bus station, but had forgotten about it. After we had said our goodbyes and I was walking towards the terminal she called out "Wait, wait! Brian, check me out!" and when I turned around...*shudder*...a fucking hat. (Actually it's not just a hat. It's the gayest hat to end all gay hats. It's the hat-equilalent of a unicorn co-owned by Nathan Lane and Ricky Martin.)
There have been lots of complaints and how Tara-less my site has become since her departure from NYC, so in order to appease creepy internet stalker weirdos everywhere, I made sure to take lots of pictures of Tara. Here's Tara with messy hair.
And then we went to some cool park to shoot the shit and catch up. After eating, we only had about ninety minutes to hang out before I had to head to the airport to catch my flight home.
Then we went for coffee. When I ran to the bathroom, Tara picked up this copy of Wallpaper* magazine and discovered that someone had been using it to surreptitiously cover up their...
Look who it is everybody! It's Tara! It's Tara. (She was so overwhelmed to see me the only way she could express it was by miming that she had ginormous gazongas.)
And on the walk home from Sarah's back to my place I snapped this pick of the door to Tara's old apartment in the LES (she's since moved back to Texas). Big ups to my babydoll. I miss you girlygirl.
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