Dr. Jekyll & Mrs. Hyde

Dr. Jekyll has had one of the worst weeks in memory. She was formally reprimanded at work, and cried Monday, Tuesday, and Thursday. Tuesday she said all of four words the entire workday, but she was seen to smile briefly on Wednesday. On the way back to work from lunch on Thursday, she had a brief yet powerful desire to keep riding the El all the way to the end of the line.

Mrs., or rather, Ms., Hyde had one of Those Nights. The kind where she went to three different bars and had loads of mixed drinks, met fantastic new people, and only spent $2 the entire evening. She got scouted by a modeling agency for being able to walk 'lightly' in 5-inch heels [see right], had two guys leave voicemails asking for dates and two more get her number, hung out with a DJ displaced from New Orleans, received two compliments on her dress (even though she wasn’t wearing one), made a 6’1 platform-wearing gay fashion stylist swoon with references to Alexander McQueen’s fall collection--and when one of the party organizers stepped away for a drink at the last bar, she had her roommate take a photo of her wearing his white moped helmet and dark sunglasses.








5'4 v. 6'1 with platforms.

He certainly owns more makeup than I.

Classy ladies in a classy joint.

M + W = Midwest, baby!