Mortified Sessions is helping me recover from being sick
I was desperately ill a couple of night ago. When I was finally feeling better, I started looking through my Netflix queue and gave Mortified Sessions a try. I’m one of those sentimental people that love seeing other people’s pictures and memories from growing up. And I love actors. So this show is perfect. It has brought many tears from laughter and sadness. Give it a try!
Doing that Mortified Sessions show in a couple of weeks and so we’ve been digging for material. I will have plenty about which to be mortified, it turns out.
This gem is interesting for reasons that might well mortify all parties contained therein. I will for now just note that it is a picture of my mother, myself at 15 holding a Polaroid no less, my father, and my (now ex) then soon to be stepfather who at the time of this picture was 13 years younger than I am now. I believe this is New Year’s Eve 1985 at the Odeon, in NYC where step-pop was living but where my divorced parents and I were merely visiting. Perhaps my episode will be called the the Post-Modern Sessions.
The waiter (?) alas needs to work on his framing a bit.