Anyhow, I'm also posting this because it's strange. Frank's hair, in particular, is strange. Talk about a terrible toupee. Didn't this guy have a friends and family? Of course he did, he was a popular dude. The Friends and Family Program is supposed to be honest with you when you wear or do stupid shit, and this hairpiece is ridiculous! Is it a case of the Emperor's New Clothes? Perhaps. In 1971, Sinatra still remembered the words to the songs, hit the notes, and was still nailing broads ad nauseam. At this time, I think he was smooching a very young Mia Farrow, if I remember correctly. You can tell he's still "got it" with his cheeky performance. Did she pretend not to notice the ferocious wig? Even though they were rocking an almost identical Rosemary's Baby 'do? Apparently.
Showing posts with label anne's in love with chicago. Show all posts
Showing posts with label anne's in love with chicago. Show all posts
Friday, August 27, 2010
My Kind of Town, (Chicago Is) - Frank Sinatra Live in London 1971
I'm posting this video because Greenberg is leaving NYC and moving to Chicago in a few weeks. Since he shared the news, I've made sure make sure to tell him every single day that he's making the "biggest mistake of his life." Not because he won't thrive there, but because I'll miss him. Chicago is a great town. It's just that it's not that close to a coast, you know? You're landlocked. No ocean horizon to gaze upon or beach in which to do cartwheels. And that could be weird full-time. I mean, what if there's some sort of catastrophe and you need to escape into open waters? I don't know. Other than that, I think it's a great town.
Monday, January 26, 2009
Tuesday, January 20, 2009
Boystown Chicago Has Spoken: Apparently Today is "Lose Your Bush" Day
Shave, wax, laser, shear. Basta, Bush!
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
A Catholic Church, Speed Limit Sign, Mercedes & Service Station Walk Into a Gay Bar in a Snowstorm
St. Timothy's Catholic Church on a snowy, blowy eve. Friday, January 9, 2009
Chicago, IL
I just got back from a lovely weekend in Chicago. I spent the majority of the hours sipping margaritas in Mexican restaurants and rolling with my homos for more drink, song, and dance at various gay bars in Boystown. In a related story, I took a picture of this Catholic church while waiting for a taxi to take us somewhere to drink more margaritas and look at boys who like to look at boys. Oh, and here's the Shell Station across the street. Feel free to click on the image for maximum service station goodness:
Devon and Ridge Shell Station, Chicago, IL~ 1/9/09
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
He's Just Not That Into You & Incidentally Neither Was Your iPod
Material Possessions Chicago, IL
January 11, 2009
Stabbed hearts and discouragingly-priced tchotchkes aside, where the hell is my iPod? Haven't seen it since JFK.
Monday, January 12, 2009
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