Saturday afternoon was pretty mild for February so Henry and I went to Highwood Cemetery in Northside after my Zenith lunch with Kara. I really liked the sweater I was wearing (it’s from Lala!) so I was like, “Take pictures of me doing stuff and don’t fuck it up.” Henry said, “OH BOY, MAY I??” because nothing makes us fight with more fiery fervor than photo assignments.
This day wasn’t TOO bad, though.
I usually just direct myself.
“What should I do? This?” I ask, noodling my limbs.
“Sure, Erin,” Henry mumbles with a Science teacher sigh.
“Let’s take a picture of our mustaches,” I cried, grabbing my phone from him.
“Wha–” Henry never has any idea what is going on.
Guys, in case you were ever curious where Henry’s infamous TED TALK about MOSS took place, it was at this cemetery, so long ago that Chooch didn’t even exist yet.
Moss is bad, just leave it at that!
The filter I used on this makes it look like I have on some sick lipstick. Also: “What should I do with my hands? This?”
“Sure, Erin.”
Literally SO SCARED the moment I jumped from the third step. THE THIRD STEP. Loves roller coasters, yet constantly being afraid of the most non-heights imaginable. I know this stems from being abandoned in a treehouse as a child!!!!
Anyway, I over-compensated in anticipation of a hard landing and somehow hurt my shoulder?!
I feel like my hair was v. similar to this when I was a high school year, too. Well, minus the grays lol.
“I can only hope you fall,” Henry said, forever jealous of my SICK balancing tricks.
“Do I look precious??” I asked through my fake smile.
“Mmm,” Henry grunted, managing to pack in a family-sized carton of disgust into that half syllable. Then he lost his balance and almost face-planted from a squat position. I WISH HE WOULD HAVE.
(I may have played a part in him losing balance.)
Anyway, here’s a 20 second collection of some of these live pictures, where you can see me, in real time, realizing the moment I jumped off the steps that it could have been the fast track to a broken ankle, tweaked back, etc.
We had a really nice weekend together so when absolutely nothing happens on Valentine’s Day, I’ll try to let this be a consolation. (LOL you already know that’s untrue – THIS BITCH IS GONNA THROW A FIT.)