Bling and Things

The Mayor of Moneytown was not feeling her "personal best" and decided that she needed a good party to cheer up. She stepped in her time machine and voila! 1977. Where else to go in 1977 but Studio 54? She just returned yesterday, but didn't have time to change out of her choice terrycloth, puffy-sleeved masterpiece and gold tooth before the below picture. She remains unapologetic. Magnificent! Still a bit tipsy from partying with the likes of Andy Warhol and Liza Minelli--the Lion of Broadway--the Mayor stumbled by to give me a pair of Elton John's shades that she brought back as a memento. Thanks, Mayor!



Still, I'm a bit concerned about the Mayor. Have you seen The Fly? You know how Seth Brundle gets trapped in the teleportation pod with a fly and begins to mutate into a man-fly creature? I'm concerned that the same thing happened to the Mayor. If she became trapped in her time machine with a fly, would it be possible that their genetic codes would intertwine and she too, could mutate? I don't know, but this is what she looked like one day later--and still the gold tooth!



Don't hold back, I've arranged for you to have a closer look...



And closer still...



Check out that sweet bling while you're at it. No shame in her game. Bling on, bling out! In the words of the interplanetary George Clinton, "Put a little glide in your stride and a dip in your hip and come on board the Mother Ship." Excellent bling, Mayor! Its brilliant reflection casts a beacon of hope for all of us who lack a time machine.



You may think that such a wonderful day could never improve. Not so! The Escape Goat had donned a spectacular ensemble and was more than eager to model her spoils of war. Behold! The Escape Goat's wonderful bag won the Most Venerable Purse (MVP) of the week award. This MVP features an amazing scene. Silhouetted in the moonlight, a magnificent unicorn flees from a shadowy Tyrannosaurus Rex. The ominous beast bares its teeth as the unicorn kicks up clods of heart-shaped dirt in its wake. As I gaze upon this lovely image I am reminded of Keats's Ode on a Grecian Urn. To this bag I demand, "What leaf-fringed legend haunts about thy shape of deities or mortals, or of both?"



The Escape Goat had two more treasures that cannot go unmentioned. An anonymous friend gave her an earring that is--coincidentally--the same color as the image on the MVP. Way to match accessories, Escape Goat! (The Mayor would be jealous if she weren't so busy licking her shimmering translucent wings.)



The Escape Goat's anonymous friend gave her yet another proud prize. It must be said that this rivals the Mayor's magical Hand-Made birthday card. Behold! A hand-stitched Carolina wren on one of the Escape Goat's shirts. What a great prize. As has been discussed on this blog before, a cool hand made prize is usually unbeatable. There is yet another bird on her left front shoulder, but I forget what it is (perhaps an albatross)?