Who the Hell is That?

Ah, yes, the autumn of 1982. The crisp air, the changing leaves, the growing-out-perm-turned-mullet. And, of course, the raccoon eyes--not a good look when you have deep-set eyes to begin with.

This was my head shot for acting class, and it had been sitting on my parents' mantel ever since. I snagged it (and an unframed studio shot of MsJ and I ca. 1994 that was propped up against it) just because I've always kind of liked this young woman staring back at me, daring me to look away.

I don't know if this is shortly before or after I walked out of a Sigma Chi party late one night and swore off boys, but it's definitely right around that time. We were rehearsing Nicholas Nickleby like crazy, and I was faking my way through American Foreign Policy (hey, I didn't go into rhetoric for nothing--I can b.s. with the best), and drinking too much. Oh, and meeting the woman I'd end up spending the next 9 years with.

But that's another story entirely.