Wax On, Wax People.
After we first moved out here, Chris and I visited Madame Toussuad's wax museum in NYC and hung out with some of our fake plastic favorites. It was a bizarre experience, and one we had to repeat with NBF and her husband when they came to visit last weekend.
So I present: Waxing Poetic, Part II. (There were also plenty of photos of the guys, but those fellas are shy!)
I had a chance to check in with Bono again. He's cleaned up his hair a bit, which I prefer. And I told him so.
NBF and I also found ourselves in a tussle on the Jerry Springer Show - I was like, "No, you didn't," and she was all "Bitch, I so did."
Also caught up with my girl Beyonce and we talked about waxing our armpits. (HA HA HA!!)
And for some reason, there was a 4-D movie in the wax museum - something about the environment and whales and what have you. (4-D appears to mean that when there are whales spouting up water from their blowholes, water comes out of the seat and splashes you in the ear. It was startling, and I kept yelling "Oooh!" when it happened.)
A dinner at Carmine's - awesome food, in my opinion - rounded out the night. And Chris and I were excited to share some fun with our friends who braved the highway. Note: Hey RHODE ISLAND, it's not that far!!! Come see us!!
This weekend I'm heading home to RI to see my college roommates and have a night out in Providence. Hopefully the freaking snow holds off until I get home safely. See you Monday (and Fairfield County Dinner ladies, I'll see you Monday night!)!