Thank you, O Cate, for your blessed weirdness, without which this would be just a quiet mellow Wednesday that I spend Googling bathroom tile. Your dress looks like it sewed itself after taking a couple shots of scotch, then vomited out some of its own lining. I can’t make that better for you, but I do know that if it eats some McDonald’s and drinks coconut water, it’ll feel much better tomorrow morning.
