|Dallas 1992 Back L-R: Hillery, Lisa; Fr L-R: Sean, Michael|
That picture is from Hillery & Sean's going away fete, probably late summer 1992, a few months after I'd moved there (apparently Hillery & Sean won't live in the same city as me; once I settled in Dallas they returned to my recently-vacated Atlanta). Lisa was the best host. She was possibly the only host but frankly I think we all took a turn and the conclusion was obvious, let's hang out at Lisa's. So we did.
Lather, rinse, repeat.
Pasta, red wine, music.
I haven't seen her since NYC, probably early 2004. Hmm, is that right? It runs together. I think it was a Dr. Botox junket. My inability to remember shit is awesome.
I used to make Lisa mix tapes. She had 1 rule: you must label the tapes. There existed, in her possession, a frustrating unlabeled mix tape and tried to identify the songs. I think I helped with 4. This was not one I helped with, but it was the first song of the tape (and the only one I recall).
Lisa lives a subdued life in Salt Lake City with her husband Brad and dog Ajax (Ajax?) or so Facebook leads me to believe. It's entirely possible that's just a cover for her work as an international covert operative. That would explain Salt Lake City.
Happy birthday dude! Rock on!