The shop window on Wisconsin Avenue is empty. Inside the glass room is a door that leads to the darkness. The combination of this darkness door, the street lights reflected in the glass and the promise that the blank space will be filled up one day again, instills in me a wild excitement. Truly!
Madame plaid skirt came up from Chicago. This is the second time she has come to spend her weekend at the Pfister.
Two mothers, two daughters about to see Ariana Grande at the Bradley Center.
They will pose for you, they will show you where the benefit for the Milwaukee Ballet is; and if you shake their hand, you will hold a white handprint with fine glitter dust.
That evening, greco ballet dancers did descend from heaven and pause, inviting me to join them.
The very next day, more models in white were found inside the Pfister.
This is Milwaukee’s Magnificent Bride Exposition.
If I ever marry, this will be the most important decision: The Hats.
Which feather for your ceremony?
They were so in love, their arms disappeared and their heads became flowers.
Chair Option A by BBJ.
Option D, “ghost chairs.”
Option E, “goth chairs.”
I don’t know who these people are, but they sure look good.
She’s an event planner.
Artist John Kowalczyk here, about to officiate his second wedding.
He told me he did a lot of googling, cutting and pasting to figure out what he needed to say. “The first wedding I did, there was no God talk at all.” This time he has to recite an entire list each time the divine gets brought up in the ceremony. “In the presence of friends, family, God, Gods, Goddesses, Buddhas, Bodhisattvas and All that is Holy… or something like that.”
Art intern for Niki Johnson, smiling her way down the corridor.
At the wine tasting the following flavors are found and named: peach butter blossom, honey suckle, pound cake, sour apple, crisp autumn air, under the park bench.
I meet Katrina.
She wants a poem, “About life, about mystery.”
Yes, I know I misspelled “after taste” and “connoisseur.”
Lastly, Sean from indianapolis (who loves golf) will only let me take his picture if he can take mine at the same time.
Wherever they are headed, I’m going too!
The Wisconsin Humane Society is throwing a fundraiser,
“An Old Hollywoof affair.”
Helga, the concierge, gave me three magic treats to offer guests before I joined up with the ball.
“Talon is a healthy peregrine falcon.”
This owl kept turning its head like a screw. Looking at me and looking at who, who, who?
“Coco is a Wisconsin Humane Society alum, adopted last year. Since then he’s visited St. Luke’s Hospital and spoke to the stroke support group. Last year he wore a tweed jacket. This year he has a smoking jacket and a pipe donated from Uhle’s Smoke Shop.” I offer to hold his pipe for him, but he says he doesn’t actually like smoking.
In case you were wondering, he is half siamese and half tabby.
Cora is a “hoary bat.” Hoary bats have a frost tint to their hair.
Meal worms. “Cora is cuddly right now because she just had a big meal. This is what she eats in captivity. In the wild she’d eat things like moths or corn earworm, a significant agricultural pest. She’d be interested in any big winged insect.”
“His real name is Cary Grant.”
Handsome. My kinda guy.
I have always feared tiny dogs, but a lady asked me if I would like to hold her dog and I could not say no.
Everyone wanted their picture taken with this particular dog.
“Would you like to play ‘Blingo?’ It’s $100 a ticket and if you win you get $4,000 jewelry.”
Care for any skewers with dipping sauce?
This dame was a real hoot!
Surveying the silent auction wares that included a palatial four poster bed for a royal creature who should weight eight pounds or less.
Would you like a Garfield poster SIGNED BY JIM DAVIS???? Twelve year old me would!
I was attempting to surreptitiously snap a picture of his Hollywood hair, but he caught me! Generously, this star gave me his autograph with a single glance.
This beautiful person is named Angela.
There were plenty of spangly gowns to gawk upon.
Very gawk worthy.
This woman’s dress epitomized the evening’s theme.
There were many variations of that theme.
Dizzil’d by all the glitter gla gla gla, sparkling along with the wine.
There was lots of petting.
This one fooled me. I thought it was still alive.
The unwavering gaze of this couple transferred an electric current strong enough to thwart my camera’s battery. There are no further pictures of this event.