As the King of Pop passes from the scene, a void has opened in royalty for which moi offers moi's self.  Not the King, but the Princess, and not of Pop but of P.O.P. (Photographer of Peops).  Moi feels humbled to have nominated moi's self.  Moi is truly touched by the confidence that moi has shown in moi. But note - moi will not moonwalk, nor will moi wear a single cubic zirconia-encrusted glove, and moi likes moi's visage just fine - ain't nothin' that a little paint and powder couldn't fix is moi's philosophy.  So, you take moi as you find moi - royal but otherwise just plain folks.

Moi has to confess that moi was a tad distracted throughout most of the evening, principally due to these puppies, who reminded moi what a slave to fashion moi is.  Moi-simmo they might be but moi felt very moi-sochistic in them.

However, moi smiled through moi's pain, as only a true Princess of POP  would (vide The Princess and the Pea)

Moi's evening began with an encounter with moi's old friend (and the evening's TWG) Teresa, accompanied by GG the winsome Debbie

Soon, moi was racking up the potraits of POSING girls.ike (l-r) Mika, Jamie an Angel, as only a Princess of POP could

Moi then lensed an ummm, a Cindi and another Jamie, just to get my POP'ing in high gear

Just for variety, moi captured birthday girl Lou Ann being serenaded by ANgel on the dance floor and patiently waiting for the Men's Room to become available - sort ofmoving from the sublime to the mundane

Note also tonight's SOME DUDE attempting hide his face

A trip outdoors provided group shots of Jamie, with new girl Angela, and with Ronnie

while inside, successive shots of Nina and Kimmy demonstrate how a smile can light up a picture

However, the life of a Princess of POP is packed with incident and moi needs moi's booty sleep. Speaking of booties - time to Beat It and head back to the Photopage List. Was that too Off The Wall? Moi thought not.