Because I'm procrastinating and SO not cleaning or calling to argue with All-tel (they're still the devil, people), I present you with my photos from Detroit/Chicago week.
Joe and I at the Whitney, where I had the best Cosmo of my life, tasted veal for the first time (for the record? YUM!) and had oh-so-orgasmic creme brulee'.
The one card game I'm good at--war. I kicked Joe's ass. Too bad he served me a healthy three helpings of whoop-ass right back when we played rummy.
I'm not entirely sure what he was doing, but I love this picture of Joe going "my preciousssss."
I heart Joe. And my kick-ass eye makeup for Friday night lunching and clubbing.
Ed, Joe and I were all more than a little drunk in this "self portrait."
Give me a bar with pounding bass lines, foreign-looking boys, healthy doses of alcohol and comfy leather couches and I'll feel right at home.
The green lights outside of the Oriental theater, home of the amazing play Wicked.
No flash photography inside the Oriental theater, please... Joe and I obey instructions so well.
Le Chicago--how I love thee.
Ciao, dahling!
~*Krissy*~