155/365 Brad
Consummate host, his dark side and humor draw me. One perfect dinner party: the grand dining room, boy artists (his partner, mine) huddled at one end, all light and form; faintly macabre gals (Brad, Craig, me) spiraling ever higher with every sip and bite.
posted by Indigo Bunting at 7:05 AM
2 Comments:
"Faintly macabre gals"?? I am officially aghast. And pleased as punch.
Such a shame that the limited number of words prevents you from talking about Those Hats.
And, of course, that was a different party. But an equally delightful one.
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