Wacky and the Butts

My life isn't totally void of whimsy...there have been some pockets of whimsy (sort of like pockets full of posies...) 


Last November, my sister, Jackie, took me with her to LA. She went for a conference...I went for FUN! It was my first time in California. We stayed downtown in JW Marriott at LA Live...it is right next to the Nokia Theater and there was always something outrageous going on. The good news is Jackie is my partner in (whimsy)crime. She gets me...she gets my need for whimsy...and she is always willing to go along with it, even if others give us strange looks and shake their head in disbelief as they walk away.   (Don't judge those people...you will also be shaking your head in disbelief by the time you finish reading this.)  

Wacky and me

I think to really excel at whimsy, you need someone like my sister.  Each of us has some whimsy on our own (her daughters call her Wacky, if that tells you anything) but together, we have whimsy synergy. For example, I don't think either one of us would have done a photo like this alone...but together...let's just say we had to fight each other for the pink hair. (I let her have the Elton John glasses.)

That trip had many whimsical moments. But the one I want focus on is our study in butts. It all started with an event at her conference.  This guy stood right in front of me most of the evening, and well, all I could see was his backside. I became quite fascinated with his navy blue-trimmed pockets, and as you can see, I had to have a picture to commemorate the night. And that was the humble beginnings of our LA butts pictorial. You have no idea how hard it is to get these shots without being caught. Hence the need for a partner in (whimsy)crime...imagine if someone saw me (by myself) taking pictures of behinds! If we had to pick a favorite butt...I think it would be this guy's. I know he looks like a sad, homeless guy...but really...he was just a guy that couldn't keep his pants up...need I say more?

So, if you are going to join me in my quest for whimsy...you have to start out by finding yourself a Wacky. (You can't have mine, sorry!)  And one more thing, if you see my sister, don't tell her I put her picture in my blog...she hates when I post pictures of her.