No Party Without My Man...

Oh Dylan, oh Dylan...where art thou, Dylan? This was supposed to be a party, but all I see is a hair salon—packed with people, yes, even your lovely glittering mother, but I see no party where Dylan is—worse than tardy—absent from my eye! We could have torn the joint up! We could have devoured the hors d'oeuvres! We could have sprayed all the hairspray and done backflips on the lawn...or patio. The parking was terrible, and I say you're not missing much since you're with yourself: the life of the party.