11 January 2006

Nocturnal Nasties = Good Memories

I was awakened in the middle of the night last night by some guy who'd apparently been locked out of his apartment by (presumably) his "bitch." In another building.

I'm not kidding. I was hearing this guy screaming at some woman to open the door and pounding on the door so hard it rattled my room... from across the alleyway.

Since I wasn't sleeping, and between fretting about whether I should call the police or not (I ultimately decided against; one of their neighbors in the other building started shouting at them to "calm the fuck down before I call the fucking cops"), I started sifting through pictures I'd taken while I was in Pittsburgh, and I came across some photos of one of my most favorite people in the whole world, Sheila McKenna.

You might remember Sheila from The Underpants at the City. The photo of her to the left was one of my favorites from that show... that was the dying gasp of me working with my 35mm SLR camera; I just couldn't afford the film developing fees!

Anyway, the photo on the right is the delightful Sheila this past summer at a party thrown by our mutual friend Liz. With her in the picture is the delightful Joel Ripka, with whom I had the pleasure of working on Henry, also this past summer.

And the reason that these photos of Sheila grabbed my attention was because she was recently given the long overdue recognition she so richly deserves.

So in a belated way, here's a great big smooch for Sheila. Charlene put it best: "This is what I'm talking about!"

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