I still have no idea what the hell I need to do/say (let alone wear) but it looks like this is how I'll be spending Sunday night. Note that I won't be walking the catwalk I'll be the "great MC." I know my parents will be very proud.
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Rawk! Personally I would have melted down in a spasm of fashion trauma... well, you know the rules: when in doubt wear black, big boots, add a boa and some eyeliner and you're good to go. But then I live in a backwater so my rule book could be horribly last week. I sure hope there are pictures.
Posted by: dakini_grl | Thursday, May 26, 2005 at 08:38
dude. sweet. envious.
Posted by: George | Thursday, May 26, 2005 at 09:07
I agree with all of that, and now that we're on the topic of my Netflix review of the double feature "The Show Off" and "The Plastic Age," how exactly were they NOT helpful? Were they not helpful? Personally, I thought it was a very helpful review and here's why: there was much more historical background than your average netflix review; I temper my adoration of the female leads enough to offer up a veneer of objective movie-reviewing; and, you have to admit, I used a nifty transition between my review of both movies by noting the importance of Louise Brooks for Clara Bow's career (and vice versa). All signs point to helpful.
Posted by: brian | Thursday, May 26, 2005 at 18:57