Meeting of the Minds

Fabulous, fabulous, fabulous. The joy of coordinating, age-appropriate sheath dresses; the joy of two performers with absolutely nothing in common trying to make it work.

Two thoughts:

- Was Miss Peg using some primitive form of botox? she seems oddly impassive throughout, especially from the brows up.

- The only thing I don't miss about variety shows: the dreaded amusingly re-written lyrics. The kind of people who used to be employed butchering perfectly good songs are now, I believe, the same ones who write awards-show patter.

But in any case, enjoy. And cringe. And enjoy...