Last night was a divine moment. Or two hours. Mad Men premiered it's fifth season and set the stage for all manner of plot lines for the next however many episodes they bless us with.
I had to mainline on Mercedes commercials just to hear Don's voice for all these long months.
It was like seeing old friends, (no, I am not the least bit embarrassed to say that), I love this show.
How gorgeous was Don? How much could you feel Joanie's loneliness? Peggy as earnest as ever. Megan blew me away with her dancing, hence the title to this blog post. Talk about sex kitten! I think she may give old Donny a run for his money. And Roger was as sad as ever in his sodden state of Martini overload. And this from a gal who loves a good Martini! I loathe his wife. What is her name anyway?
I am so intrigued by Pete and Trudie. I want to see more of their sad life. I think one of my favorite scenes was the one between Lane and Joanie. Poor Lane, he is so tired of that uptight broad he is married to. But let's be real, he's no prize either.
OK, photos, photos.
Gotta love Pete's coat!
Is he finally happy? I don't think so.
Loved the performance, like her character.
Where the hell were Betty and Henry? AKA, Lurch and Mortica.
I do love Peggy, but I wish she'd let loose a little. And where is that baby?
Be still my heart.
Oh Roger, go get a double Martini.