Fugarazzi

I need to sit down. Well, technically, I am sitting down. I need to stand up and then sit back down.

I feel like, in comparison to Lady Gaga’s usual, this is the equivalent of one of us — the pants-wearing people — leaving the house in like, a pair of jeans layered over leggings, worn under two skirts and a pair of Bermuda shorts. Sure, I’m pretty sure this is what the cocktail waitresses at Vegas’s newest American Revolution-themed casino — Paul Revere’s Alehouse and Whist Emporium — are going to be eventually be forced to wear, but that doesn’t mean it’s not progress.