Dinner at T.G.I.F.: That Joke Isn’t Funny Anymore

There’s something wonderfully hectic about my friend Francesca. She’s a musician who sometimes wears a stretchy all-white shiny polyester pantsuit with a thin silver belt and she does up her hair in a mangled Farrah Fawcett hairdo. It’s an amusing rebellion against … something.

A while back, Francesca threw a birthday party for Lilly, another Read More