I love quynn.
we met for the first time years ago for a series shoot. I took the amtrak to their place and got the little peak into their life. all the band shit on their walls, the button maker, the drum set. it was so cool to me.
we'd hang out a few more times. do the occasional photoshoot at places we really had to make the effort to get to. just small things that would add up into the friendship we have now. the big one was when they helped me out for an elopement in las vegas. quynn drove us up there, became my photo assistant for our couple nights stay. we shared a room on fremont—I love the lights. I love the vegas aesthetic. we gambled. we lost. we got fucked up. a man kept kissing me on the cheek, he didn't ask but I didn't mind. we got denny's (after being kissed). we took the deuce to the strip. we lost quynn's phone in paris. we found quynn's phone in paris. we got them a teddy bear from the hershey's museum. his name is elvis.
we ended up going to vegas again during wrestlemania weekend (unintended timing) with moe and vicky. my little road trip with the gays. in the car I tend to go quiet. I'm typically anxious in them but I really got to reflect on the way back home. I felt camaraderie I hadn't felt since before the pandemic. just us four and the aux. there was a lot of sublime. a lot of fidlar. a lot of early twenty one pilots as a joke (mostly).
I love this person.
I adore this person.
I respect this person.
I have so much I can say about how I feel about them but I let em know all the time. those words ain't for you guys.
too tired to blog though. so that's another reason I ain't getting into it, lol.
