Lakehouse Halloween Party

My Joan Holloway Harris Impersonation

Last night's annual Halloween Party, hosted by Matt Baumgartner and Chris Pratt, was the usual rollicking good time party goers have learned to expect.  Costumes were mandatory and ran the gamut from super clever (loved the Scooby Doo Velma girl) to the trampy (there were way too many females there who made me wonder if they forgot their underpants) to the down right disturbing - I'm talking to you, creepy guy in the clerical clothing with the small child attached to your groin!  Eeeewww.  The music was great, although my ears rang for hours post-party, and my night was made when Matt, in his bunny outfit, laid a sweet little kiss on me.  Let's not tell him I didn't recognize him until like 10 minutes later, ok?  Not that I would just let any bunny kiss me, but... 

The bug juice was scary sweet - way too easy to drink.  I only had one of those bad boys due to the fact that I got  jostled and ended up wearing at least half of it - I took that as a sign to not wear drink anymore of that dark pink potion.  The beer was good, though and I happily quaffed one of those. Okay, maybe one and a half if you take into account the sips I stole from Quagmire.  

These parties (Champagne in the Park, Halloween, etc) in the park are such a wonderful way to bring people together in a space which is unfortunately underutilized. I only wish it happened more often.

Mad Men & Fab Women

I may have come to the game a bit late but, these days I am firmly on the field with Mad Men. I think this show originally was brought to my attention by Matt Baumgartner on his Friday Puppy blog. Although neither Matt nor I are into women, we apparently share the same appreciation for the zaftig Joanie - she is smoking hot. The title of this series is a bit misleading, because, seriously, the female characters are at least as riveting as the males. Betty Draper (on the left) absolutely freaks me out - she is so patrician and beautiful, but seems to yearn for a more earthy experience of life. Out of all the women on the show, she makes me the most uncomfortable with her coy manipulation and innocent blue eyes. And Peggy (on the right) is such a mess of conflicted Catholic guilt and ambition that I don't know whether to lead her to the confession booth or to the nearest cocktail lounge. But, Joanie... she's the one I would ask for advice about how to land the resident hottie, Don Draper. Yes, yes, he's married, but in my imaginary 1962 world - he isn't. Joanie and I could be roommates and share clothes and smoke endless cigarettes together while dishing about men and their manly ways. And all the time I currently spend going to the gym would be spent eating donuts and drinking scotch.