A sorta-kinda reenactment

My fellow gang members (saying "homies" is tired, and the thesaurus tells me this is a fine and good way to say the same thing) Frank and Patrick were in town recently for another killer show of Patrick's, and while downtown in the rain, we tried to reenact the picture Patrick took in 2008 of me and Frank in the desert.

Sun-kissed in the Salton Sea

Pale and rain-soaked in the nitty, gritty city

OK, it didn't really work, but it was fun trying. (Semi-interesting fact: I am wearing the same jeans in both photos. Meaning, I've been wearing the same dungarees for five years! Wow. If blogging is good for anything, it's tracking how well/fast your jeans wear out.)

And here's some pictorial evidence of what an excellent friend Frank is. He went fabric shopping with me, in search of some black pique. Alas, we didn't find any, but it was fun trying. Oh wait, I already said that last part. Well, it freaking applies.