My friend Wiggy Stardust is the best kind of wacky. First of all, she goes by Wiggy Stardust. Second, judging by this story, she isn't afraid to grab life by it's disco balls.
On Monday night we attended a party hosted by 42Below. There, she told me of a plan her and her friends had, to drive up to Canada the next day and make a fun mini-vacation trip of finding Johnny Weir. He, being the most exciting/controversial thing to happen to ice skating since the Nancy Kerrigan incident.
It seemed so appropriate that the sparkle clad Ice Swan and Wiggy would someday collide in a vision of glitter, but how on Earth do you just "Pop up to Vancouver during the Olympics, and meet a famous competitor".
I don't know how she did it, but she did. And at least she was clad in a dress and onsie from my collection.