Mad Men in Madison

We walk into the party in a repurposed movie house. We immediately take survey of the room and crown ourselves queens of all things. We proceed to make party friends (don't tell us your names, let's just dance next to each other for three hours. Yes? Yes.) who are lovely and very sweet and probably about seven years our junior. Nice kids.

I, of course, AM SELECTED to compete in best costume contest, but am knocked out in the first round, which I blame on knowing NO ONE in the room, because the winner did not have a beehive or fur. Or a vintage purse. She was tiny and wearing something that looked like a stewardess outfit.

At one point, we looked down on the dance floor and realized one of our beehives was leaking panty hose. We ignored it.

At the end of the night, Liz led us to The Paradise (which had been at only hours before for dinner) without question or discussion. Then we went home and slept in our make up.

The next morning, when I work up Liz with a fresh glass of Crystal Light, she admitted it was her that was spreading panty hose everywhere. She also admitted she had assumed it was Dana and had been silently judging her hair for being so unreliable.

UGGG. My friends. So great. Thank you.

Graze: Chili Home Companion

Spent Saturday morning eating 14 of the 15 chilis at the Empty Bottle to raise funds for Graze. Pretty great. We also listened to Cains & Abels. Liked them.