tim decided to drag out some old recipe of his
for the golden globes:
some "fried sage and frizzled leeks over salmon wrapped in phyllo dough" concoction.
so, we had to get some help eating it.
luckily, kira was back from brazil, connie from san francisco, and sara from nyc!
bravely, they volunteered to be our
"ladies with an attitude"
for the night.
tim and i? we opted for
"fellas that were in the mood".
tim and i? we opted for
"fellas that were in the mood".
so, we "don't just stand there, let's get to it, strike a pose, there's nothing to it . . . GLOBED"
yes.
long set-up.
little madonna punch line.
shut up.
long set-up.
little madonna punch line.
shut up.
then, there was a collective scream of terror.
we had not realized there was a tribute to horror movies in the middle of the show:
or goth coked up victorian prostitutes.
(i mean, REALLY?)
luckily, there was alcohol:
and some warm puppy breath on your lower back to calm the nerves:
3 comments:
I'm so not sure how I feel about Miss Zellweger these days. So I'm going to la, la, la, la, la right on past that there look of hers. Instead, can we talk about Maggie Gyllenhaal? Why so lovely and elegant and yet at the same time always so cranky when out in the limelight?
I can't be bothered about Zellweger, when I've just had an infusion of Connie Bang. It's been too long!
I feel better.
Renee was truly frightening! What was Ms. Herrera thinking?
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