Well, that’s that.
I do believe that was the last 90 seconds of dancing in place that you will have to endure and depending on how you feel about watching your friend (I am your friend, right?) act a fool, this is either wonderful news or nonderful news.
Up today: man shoes. I did not title this episode but I sure did configure the t-shirt and tea-length, erm, tea dress that would be worn over said t-shirt to compliment the shoes, which in the case of the final look hail from Tibi. If you’re going to go for it, might I suggest dipping into the closet of one Frank Sinatra and fetching out the 21st century female equivalent of his soleful wears care of Reed Krakoff or Saint Laurent or Bass.
That’s all I’ve got. It’s been real. Maybe we will have the opportunity to dance together another time.