Hippopotapuss

On a tragic note, we ran into some acquaintances last night that simply did not recognize me in my fat suit. Carl, of La Cita fame (written up in USA Today yesterday as a Top 10 Dance Destinations for Los Angeles) shook hands with me and talked for 10 minutes until he realized I was the skinny blonde he used to know as A.'s wife (now brunette in a masochistic attempt to match hair and soul). It stung. It still does. No dinner tonight for this hippopotapuss!