Jess, insent to your gmail account.

My son, husband, and MIL all commented on the hotness of Juliana. MIL loves the Blue Jess hair. Also, son declared my friends a bunch of freaks, which he has mentioned a few times before.

eta: If my legs looked like Sail's I would were short skirts all the damn time.

If my legs looked like Sail's I would were short skirts all the damn time.

Right? I noticed that too and had been meaning to comment.

Blushes.

I like to think they still look fairly good. I've been fortunate in my genetic heritage. My mother's nickname in college was "Legs" Chaban. Me, I was known for my butt. Fortunately, no nickname was ever attached to that particular feature!

I ought to start showing off my ageing dancer's gams, and stop worrying about this fucking sagging middleaged jawline....

Sail, tell 'em about the Wings That Refused To Cooperate.

Hee, those things were the biggest pain in the neck I've ever run into. Literally. The wings strapped on with elastic over the shoulders, but there were also a couple of long laces that we couldn't quite figure out what to do with them. We tried tying them a couple of different ways, but none of them seemed to help with the fact that the damn wings kept bopping me in the back of the head. To make matters worse, the first time I tried them on, one of the elastic bands snapped on one end. Fortunately, Zach had safety pins (I think he owns stock, he must go through tons for his Halloween costumes) and we were able to pin the broken band. Fortunately, that was at J & Z's apartment before we went off to the party.

The second night, I carried the wings to the bar with me and, of course, as soon as I put them on the other end of the elastic band breaks. Oh, no! My wings had been plucked! I considered, for a while, announcing myself as a street walker. However, the intrepid Juliana called up the even more intrepid Zach and he brought the magic pins with him, again. All I can say is, being a social butterfly is much harder than it appears.

DCistas! I tried to send out an email to the dcistas@buffistas.org address, to get together with Ginger, but I can only surmise that it didnt' get to you, since I got no responses. Either that, or you are boycotting me. Or possibly Ginger.

Anyhoo, how's about Zaytinya on Monday? or other suggestions for days or restaurants? Ginger leaves Wednesday.

ooh! Zaytinya! Monday should even be doable. Count me in!

I will do my best to get there. Monday's problematic, but, then, everything is.

well, I just suggested Monday because it's good for me. we could possibly work around other days.