F.C. Rabbath and Vanessa Vandy.
Me.
Freddy and me. I made him put his sunglasses on so he'd be cool.It worked, didn't it?
Mr. Moon being a movie star. Isn't he darling?
Yes, yes he is.
From a Jacksonville Arts magazine.
That's acting, y'all.Ha!
All pictures were taking on an iPhone and I am totally getting one of those ASAP. It GPS'ed us right there and took pictures and looked up stuff for us and I don't even know what. I'm convinced. I think Mr. Moon is too.
Freddy took all the pictures, of course, except for the one I took of him and Vanessa. Aren't they precious? Yes. Yes they are.
The part of Jacksonville we were in was just charming as hell. I'd love to go back and explore. The venue was an old downtown theater and we ate lunch at a funky little Italian restaurant.
There WAS popcorn at the theater. I had some.
And now we are already home and I'm back in my overalls and about to go plant Maw-Maw some turnips. The day is as bright as a newly-minted dime and I'm in about as good a mood as I've been in forever.
If I gave an awards acceptance speech it would go like this:
"I'd like to thank Freddy Rabbath and Glen Moon. Two completely different sorts of men with completely different sorts of special talents but united in one very uncommon and special way- the both make me feel beautiful just as I am.
Which means they are magic."
Now. Time to go plant the turnips.
Good Lord, I'm happy.
