last night (while I was asleep and dreaming) Kevin Deiber and I were in a double-wide chicken suit at a high school church dance. most of the other attendants were Latino gang members in skinny jeans. they mostly stood around looking cool until some sharks and jets music came on and then they began dance fighting. things started to get scary when we went out into the parking lot and a bearded David Cross in a reeeally tall Abraham Lincoln hat started chasing us. I think he was either going to get us to join the community jazz band or stay late and clean up after the dance. oh the terror.
also for the record when my husband appears in...husbandly dreams somehow his voice always sounds very much like Don Draper