Sometimes here at GFY HQ, Jessica and I have to make important decisions, like who has to start writing the NY Mag column this week, or who has to tell Intern George that we blew his Hallmark card budget on Diet Coke and Ruffles. And over the years we've developed a pretty mature, thoughtful strategy for addressing these sorts of dilemmas: flipping a coin. Since we're always losing our favorites, I've decided we need to start making more commemmorative ones, and I may start with these photos of Golden Brooks.
This could be heads:
And this would be tails:
This could be heads:
And this would be tails:
Whichever of us lost the first coin toss would have to write a treatise on how Ms. Brooks is getting that shirt to stay put (and for extra credit -- a plate something delicious wrapped in bacon, maybe, like dates and cheese, or Intern George -- the loser should have to try and guess how many hours it's going to take her to chip off all that face paint). I spy a small sleeve opening, and a piece of the shirt tucked into the belt, but that probably wouldn't stop a stiff breeze from exposing her treasure chest. That tiny string isn't much better, since it's one frayed seam (or prank pair of scissors) away from going on strike. I could tie a pillowcase around my neck with a shoelace and it would be about the same effect.
In fact, thank you, Golden Brooks -- clearly that's just sorted out my Halloween costume. All I need is the right linens, a wig, and some wax lips courtesy of a Mini-Babybel cheese, and voila! Instant fug.
