 FORT WORTH FOTOBOMBING: From left, Matt, Yours Truly and the North Texas cellist. Photo: Thomas Lauderdale, April 13, 2007. I once dragged massive muscleman Matt to Bass Hall for a swanky Sunday matinee concert with Pink Martini. Matt’s ginger mohawk turned heads all over Fort Worth. After a few slinky foxtrots, Martini bandleader Thomas Lauderdale broke for intermission. So Matt and I took in a moment of afternoon sunshine. And there on the sidewalk stood a tuxedoed — and pink mohawked — Lauderdale inhaling a cigarette. In true Portlandia style, Lauderdale also had a vintage Polaroid slung around his bow-tied neck. Our conversation quickly drifted to the symphony’s distractingly handsome cellist, who was also enjoying a smoke break just a few feet away. Lauderdale's swagger is oh-so-subtle. The bandleader slightly nodded. And the cellist — a North Texan hired for the afternoon gig — strolled over to say, “Howdy.” I hammed it up for Lauderdale, who captured Yours Truly, shamelessly photobombing while sandwiched between two bearded hunks. Lauderdale is a class act. He handed me the Polaroid. All while smiling at Matt... I photographed Matt, too. Who wouldn't? Matt was transitioning from computer design to med school. From hardcore evangelical to furry “bear-lebrity.” From single stud to relationship. Many Oak Cliff homeowners transform their properties into microchurches. In my neighborhood, a front lawn once glowed with a red-neon crucifix . I pulled the car over, and Matt jumped into action.  
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