Jeff on Broadway

While we’re on the subject of photos, Jere mailed me a photo the other day that he took of me last winter, when he and I went to see Wonderful Town. (Seriously, he snail-mailed it — he took it with a nondigital camera and he sent it to me in an envelope. Aw, Jere, you’re so old-fashioned.)

Here’s the photo — I’m wearing my old glasses, I’m sans goatee, and I’m standing in front a bunch of beautiful two-dimensional gay men.

Which I guess describes most gay men in New York, but… anyway.

Blogger Photos

Here are a bunch of photos from Saturday night’s blogger meet-up (and apparently some from last night, too) taken by Wayne. I believe Aaron (who has the coolest-designed blog ever) will also post some he took on Saturday night, but he already sent me the ones in which I appear. He applies a really neat patina (if that’s the right word) to all his photos, so my hair looks white.

Me.

Me and Jere (a.k.a Jere-Rigged).

This photo appears to have been taken at the same time as the first one above.

And judging by this one I appear to have begun the balding process. Oy.

And here is my back.

(Update: here are Tunagirl’s photos. I’m in a couple of them.)