My kingdom for that sweater
First, just ignore the horrible scanning job I did. I don't have a honkin' big scanner like those snobs Charlie and Simone over at Modern Mechanix. (They think they're so much better than I am, just because...well, they are. But they could at least keep that fact to themselves.) So that never happened, these are not the droids you're looking for, etc.
Now, just look at the awesomeness of a couple of things. For one, they're gathered around that most cliched of cliched sixties/seventies eating shindigs, the fondue pot. It was 1963, they had a young, handsome president, and they were happening people. So why not indulge in a bit of the old fonduing?
And finally, Give. Me. That. SWEATER! Or blazer, or whatever it is. The white thing with the red lapels. I'd break several federal laws to get my hands on one of those, and I'd never take it off. And I live in Alabama. That's how supremely awesome that thing is.
Well, White-Sweater Guy has apparently just told an outrageously hilarious joke, causing Red-Hair Lady to shriek with laughter. I hate it when people shriek with laughter. On the left, Green-Sweater Lady and her husband, Red-Shirt, are gazing fondly at each other as he passes the....whatever the fondue-ish thing it is he's handing to her. Maybe a dish of small hamsters, I dunno. The guy in the front has just chose the best-ever olive and holds it up for admiration. All in all, a perfectly normal scene of 1970s fondue party bliss.
Posted by: Lois | September 10, 2008 at 11:06 PM
That may very well be the whitest party ever.
Posted by: Crowchick | July 17, 2008 at 09:00 AM