Erin Eoff: One Year Hotter
I hadn’t ever met Erin Eoff. But I once completely destroyed her sister’s wedding dress in my childhood bedroom, if you know what I mean. So I felt a kinship with Erin that few people can understand. But, having never met her, I wasn’t sure what her party was going to be like and therefore was slightly nervous.
When I arrived it seemed like it might be a little too fancy for me. There was food and mood lighting and everyone seemed to know everyone but me. Mild social anxiety kicked in. I was a little worried that I might have to abort the whole night and drive home. Then a gorgeous young lady named Natalie introduced herself to me, making me feel comfortable. By the time I finished my half-pint of 100 proof Old Grand Dad, I was having an excellent time. Details are hazy. Which is par for the course. But I seem to recall glow sticks and stamps and diamonds and discussions about drugs and lasers and another delightful young lady named Maria explaining to me that she eats like a horse while we both stuffed our faces with tiny tortilla chip crumbs. Great night. I feel in love several times. Also, par for the course. I also think I might have promised to shoot someone nude someday. We’ll never know I guess.
I do have one regret. I never got a decent picture of Natalie, the gorgeous young lady that was the splendid source of my original comfort. That will have to be fixed soon. Until then, click on the picture of me saying something awesome to Maria to the left to see the gallery of the evening. Enjoy!