instead of champagne, I brought chocolate milk.

Happy New Year, ladies and gentlemen alike.
I had a nice clean night at a friend's house. You know, with the nice-kid works: a snowball fight, a hearty game of Apples to Apples, boys and girls sleeping on seperate floors and a few delicious glasses of sparkling cider. Of course there was enough alcohol to kill us around the house, but we just kind of got caught up in Project Runway and I Love the 80s. Gosh, they're so easy to waste wakefulness on.
So, I heard myself telling people that I have a blog about a slightly obscure reality show, and concluded I shouldn't say it so loudly. A few people were fans, and a few were somewhat interested, and two saw some of Diana Eng's work in a RISD show, and said it was fantastic. There was a sleeve that turned into a collar, and, the dress was so calculated that it responded to how she walked? I don't know, I wasn't there. Diana Eng is swell, that's all I have to say. I don't think I'd be as interested in the show if she wasn't on it.

Oh, and I figured something out. Santino's model was really bothering me during the Barbie challenge. It was not that she looked bad, it was her wig, her dress; it all looked oddly familiar:

She fits right in.

Well, I hope you had a good night, and I hope your headache is gone by now. Be back Wednesday.