at the Rebar with a very enthusiastic crowd of Thanksgiving weekend revelers. I was crying I was laughing so much. I can't explain why she is is so fucking funny. It's her sincerity and her awful singing and her murderous pronunciations. And the worst outfits in the world. The red Christmas sweater with gold woven-in ornaments over pantyhose that aren't quite covered up by the sweater, oh dear.
Dina Martina rules.