Monday, February 9, 2009

Hanging Gardens (cont'd)

Swaroop, Navaz, Abbi and me at the gardens.

No joke, there was a guy there with his whole family who took one look at Abbi's tat sleeves... and his pants fell down and his family laughed at him.

I enjoy how embarassment, like love, is a universal language.






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