there is no better gig in the world than being someone's date at the wedding of people you do not know. it's like making a cameo in a romantic comedy or guesting in a sitcom's season finale. very will & grace. total win-win.
so yesterday i tarted up in a fur coat and gold shoes and caught the #22 to the newberry, where i met katie i. in a park all romantical-like and commenced an evening of gaga and awesome in celebration of the love between two people i do not know.
katie i. and i share a special love. a love of food that is of near telepathic proportions. i was at first sorry to see that katie i.'s friends' wedding guests did not share this love. but then i realized: there are few better places to be in life than alone in a room with a buffet of cake.