Girls’ Night Out

Friday night I went out with pals Jenise and Angela. Our first stop was the oh so sophisticated Wine Bar on Lark, but then Angela thought we should go play pool at the Hollywood down the street. Much larking on Lark — for a long time we had the room upstairs to ourselves. The youthful patrons were afraid to face us at the pool table and waited until we went out to the patio.

Angela poses…

Frank glows…

…Jenise drinks!

6 thoughts on “Girls’ Night Out

  1. Boris as the Behemoth is the only figure I can make out, in my dotage. But Rothko might appreciate your subtle blue flow into the surrounding black.

  2. Yes, this is my Rothko period in phone snaps, transitioning from my Bacon period (mmmm, bacon) in the digital cam where everyone seems to have been smeared across the screen.

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