The Pleasure Of Her Company

Yes, this blog is at times an homage to Fabiana. She is, after all, the very reason I don't solely wear Abercrombie and American Eagle and listen to bad music. All it took was a Freshman year drive from Santa Cruz to LA for Thanksgiving break for me to see the light. A few hours with an ahead-of-her-time-hip Fabi and her impressive i-pod selection and a fruitful stop at the Levi's outlet and my dormant cool-side surfaced at at last. Here she is in all her glory, after Chimays and french fries at Figaro Cafe...