Whitney puts her head down
in shame as Jason expounds on what is no doubt a riveting tale (for all
the wrong reasons). Sam, Jonathan, Adam, Trixie and Joanne merely look
on, thinking "I'm gonna break that damn camera", "Okay, smile pretty",
"What team am I on?" "What am I doing here?" and "Is it Jacques Plantes
or Wayne Gretsky or Rocket Richard?" respectively.
Here I am, the french maid
for halloween 2000, along with Fred Flintstone (Thomas - Hairdresser extroardinaire
and close neighbour).
And here's the genius
who got my hair looking so fabulous that night, Gerard!