Okay, so Des is going to kill me for this one, but I have to do it.
She has been with me through thick and thin, good and bad. We have
supported each other behind that horrible bar, in front of it, around
it, at the tables nearby it, and on the concrete ledge just outside the
back door. She has had a lot of ups and downs this year, and she
deserves nothing but love- because that is all she gives!
he fell asleep during the shoot
else will talk about Drag Race with me? Who else will allow me to call
our guests Gollum and Gandolph, and actually get the joke? What about
our moments of "rock-of-the-nineties" where we both realize how old we
really are? Who else would hold out from buying new work pants and just
rock leggings underneath them...in the middle of July?
The answer: my sweet Des.
So me, the mustache man, and the beautiful baby she gave us...decided to pay tribute!