11 August 2006

friday-things that puzzle me

where all of the tango-ers were last night. we showed up. we were ready to dance, and there was no music, and were no people who knew what they were doing.

quelle drag.

1 comment:

Simeon Berry said...

A pox upon them and their smoldering looks.

But there was molten chocolate cake, blood orange sorbet, and the return of dear long-lost friends, so the evening wasn't a wash.