Darlings, last night was a very, very late one filled with Russian pop music, Mexican food, and references to The Simpsons with people who Know Their Stuff. As a result, I am now a little bit dazed, confused, and possibly slightly dehydrated.
Still, as a result of talking with the Russian songstress, my eyes have been opened to a brand of surrealism Dali could never have envisioned, not even when designed fabric for Schiaparelli herself.
Imagine if you will being in a tiny, crowded pub somewhere in London listening to a British Elvis impersonator
… and the actual Vanilla Ice
… singing a duet of the only song both of them know well enough to sing together
… which just happened to be Ring of Fire by Johnny Cash.
Sometimes reality is pretty darn odd.
I don’t know about you, but that makes me intensely happy.