Whooop! Go Kristen.
Ah, Cindy. You knowest not my mother.
True, but I've paid enough attention to your discussions of her, that I'm thinking if Jesse just called her, and said she's worried you're alone too much, and wishes you would meet someone, or Jesse could say you have met someone, but it's all very hush hush.
I would never do such a thing, though. I'm talking about Jesse. You know how
she
is.
There were four people. One person from the program, one writer from an ABC show, one network exec and one person who I'm not sure what his job function is but I totally want to marry him because he said so many nice things.
They're supposed to make their decision no later than the end of the next week. So we shall see.
Problem is, she'd eat Jesse alive on her way to verifying the story.
Enough about my mother.
Kristen!
So glad you feel good. Take a few deep breaths and savour this.
So when do you hear?
eta: never mind about the timing question. Instead, can you tell me if people really wore as much plaid in the 80s as Miami Vice would imply?
Instead, can you tell me if people really wore as much plaid in the 80s as Miami Vice would imply?
I don't think they did before it aired. But they sure as hell did afterwards.
Woot! Way to go, Kristen!
Um, hello. DETAILS PLEASE.
I think it went well. Oddly enough, it was kind of fun.
OK, that's awesome.
Now go ogle your new table.
But they sure as hell did afterwards.
That's a damned shame. Tubbs's style was much more emulation-worthy. And he's not worn plaid yet.
Photos of the table?