Darth Fauth was nearly marooned at Casa de Hoffman/Farrell last night due to inclement weather. Luckily, a few spare Gray Line rain ponchos (i.e. branded garbage bags) were in my sock drawer. The lovely M. Dermansky wisely refused to be photographed in such a ridiculous (and perhaps Klan-inspired) get up, knowing full well it would be e-published the following day. “I’m not letting you take a picture of me in this thing to put on your blog,” to paraphrase.
