This might have been lovelier to me without the heavy black beading that’s giving her boobs a mustache. It’s otherwise very glam for a lunch at Joan’s, even if Joan’s is still trendy (I’ve lost track), but in a way that I appreciate. I could not pull off a strapless party dress at midday, but Jenna can. It’s very Baby Houseman’s Sister Lisa Dazzles The Catskills, in a way that I appreciate. Poor Lisa. Nobody else seemed to care about whether Lisa got put in a corner, but I bet she did. Pour some out for the forgotten Houseman… and into Jenna’s lunchtime martini glass, which I hope existed, and that she sipped with her pinky sticking straight out.