The most beautiful hair in the world!

Her hair, coming in right behind my wife and Keri Russell was the best I can remember. I think it was her hair that possibly kept our friendship alive. I mean when we first met she was never going to let me be her boyfriend. No matter how many parties we went to or how many times I slept over at her house, it just wasn't going to happen! We stayed up late nights watching MTV, I wore her pink shiny pajamas, slept next to her bed so many times. But we never kissed! I think I tried, you know that! But she had the most fantastic hair in the world and I was content to just be her friend. I actually must have been in love with her hair because everything else about her drove me nuts. Needless to say I'm not blogging about Tally because I like her hair. What evolved out of my initial interest, was a friendship that would last for the rest of my life. For my friends who haven't met Tally I would like to introduce you. She is one of the most sensitive, caring, shy, silly, playful, and eccentric friends I have. She's like the school nerd wrapped up inside a supermodel. You would have to be an asshole to not like her, because all she's concerned with when she meets you is that she doesn't offend you in any way. Kind of like the fairy tail princess in "Ever After".

Tally's sisters, Keely and Aubrey, both who cry when they laugh, were also my friends. They are the prettiest sister trio I know.

Anyway to keep in tradition with my other posts about friends, I have to tell a little story, right. A snow storm had dumped a couple feet of snow on the roof of Tally's house. I was, being the athletic, stud that I am, going to shovel that heavy snow off their roof for them. Well, Dressed in Tally's mom's moon boots I used a 6 foot ladder to climb up to the roof. Standing on the very top of this a-frame ladder my shoulders were just even with the gutters. I had to escavate large heavy mounds of snow to clear a hole for my ascent. When that was done I put my hands up on the roof and jumped off the ladder, doing a push up, arms straightened, all my weight on my hands, elbows locked in, legs were still dangling, my hips were against the gutter and I was suspended! The next move would be impressive... like a gymnist on a highbar, I swung my feet out away from the house, the shift in balance my head would lean forward and I would pull my knees up onto the roof in one gracefull swoop. As soon as I swung my feet out away from the house, the icy surface under my hands betrayed me. Both hands simultaneously slipped right off the roof, my face struck the rooftop with a violent blow, my nose tried to grab the gutter as a last ditch effort to stop my fall, but it was to late. The physics of motion took effect as my legs swung back under me, my nose still clinging desperately to the gutter began to rip off. I was falling now, my body now horizontal, my back facing the ground. Crash! Dead center of my back, I hit the ladder. My hyperextended body bounced flailing the rest of the way to the ground. Oh my god, my nose! Is it still there? Is it still attached!
"Tally, my nose, my nose, look at my nose!?... Damn it, Keely!, Aubrey!, stop laughing, that f'in hurt!"
As it turns out my nose healed without even a trace of the near amputation. But the memory persists. It's the story that they remember most, and love to laugh at when I see them. It's been a long time but hopefully soon I will see Tally's beautiful hair, Keeley's red faced, teary eyed hysterical laughter, and Aubreys beautiful, well she's just beautiful, again!



Tally reminded me today that the reason we met this transvestite bartender was because we missed the last ferry out of NY and ended up spending the night.


Here's a letter from Tally from 1993! (Pic on right) 15 years ago. Holy crap that was a long time ago. The drawings were awesome, especially the colors! I put some more recent pictures to hide the text because I didn't want you to be bored to death trying to read it! Ha Ha If you want to read a more interesting letter I posted a link below from a letter from Keeley. Same year! My favorite part she says... Here's a poem for you, it's not as good as the one you wrote me, or maybe it is I haven't written it yet. http://pwonnacott.tripod.com/images/KPage1.htm