This is the third night in a row of partying for Dish--so nothing to report except Dishbrother and dishbrothersidekick threw a great wedding reception. Worlds collided, we ate, we gabbed, we drank, we danced to the oldies and might have looked good doing it.
Tomorrow I'm back in business.
For the moment, I'll leave you with this: I look great in dots. J.J. can do magic with my hair. The Killing won't go another season. Too much darkness, not enough twists.