spring break cincinnati!

My friends and I are such nerds that we drove to Cincinnati last weekend to CRASH A CONFERENCE. The panel was on fat and sex - interrelated topics that my friend Sonya is working on. We rocked the one panel we attended, asking the incisive questions that the discourse lacked, and then flounced off in our fluttering skirts like some kind of Western heroes who bounce into town, stir things up, and seconds later are in the wind. It felt good to put my MA work to some use. While at the Hilton, we poked our heads into the Hall of Mirrors - the hotel where the conference was held was attired in lovely art-deco garb, down to the arches over the conference rooms, each of which embodied a different Greek style - and admired the baroque excess.

After we left we went to a vintage store called Casa Blanca where the owner, Hollywood, who seriously doubled for Hollywood from Mannequin - aw yeah, 80's conspicuous consumption in its heyday - styled us in absurd getups that involved neckties as scarves and underboob belts. Then we ate ice cream that Oprah says is the best ice cream in the country. I've also eaten the red velvet cake that Oprah says is the best red velvet cake in the country. If only I could eat them together, it would be like being at an Oprah birthday party.