I'm not really a sour-puss. Please believe me!!!
On this week's show I was surprised at how pissed off I seemed. "The schmatte was margarine colored --blech!" "The party was forgettable -- Yuck!" "The flowers were wrong -- How could you????" I reminded myself of Mommie Dearest having a cruelty orgasm when she takes away Christina's dolls. What was up my butt? Nothing much actually. My joie de vivre was in full effect, swear to God, but those naughty editors decided to crank up the mean factor this week. They were just doing their job and I thought it was a great episode.
Contrary to the impression I gave, I wasn't disappointed with the party spaces at all. I was actually impressed with what those crazy kids concocted.
The winning design, perpetrated by the lovely and talented Michael, Carisa, and Matt, was pretty FABOO. The overall feeling was very confident and cohesive -- strong proportions, clean, simple. The dj and dance floor in the middle created a sense of energy, and oversized chunkster Doc Holiday injected a major je ne sais quoi.