On a cheerier note, Raegan and I had a fabulous time in New York this last weekend. Moments after parking our car, we stumbled upon this strangeness: cops and secret-service clearing the street to allow some dignitaries to emerge unharmed from the spa in which they were presumably receiving facials. Here's a picture of a creepy-looking secret-service guy:
A big, chatty crowd was gathered, but nobody knew who to expect.

Given the amount of firepower present (black Broncos with roof-mounted machine guns) we all assumed it was somebody big. Bush or Cheney, maybe. Somebody mentioned a prime minister. But when they finally appeared, fully facialled, nobody recognized anyone. Which is kind of anti-climactic, I know, and maybe I shouldn't have mentioned it at all. But here's a video anyway. I wouldn't know the prime minister of Liberia if I had to pick him out of a lineup, but maybe you would. Have fun.
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Spamalot was high-larious. Here's a shot of Raegan settin' the mood before the show in Sardi's across the street.



Oh, and here's three I shot in the MOMA. They crack me up.
























For the record, Raegan hates Warhol. But she loves soup. Especially Vegetarian Vegetable.