If I were, like, 16 again, Iβd want Katie to hang out with my mom. Theyβd go out drinking, paint the town red, then come home to find me sitting at the kitchen table reading. Mom would pass out on the couch. Katie would slink up behind me, tousle my hair, and say, “What’s wrong with you kiddo? No hot date tonight?” Iβd shrug, and before I could sigh a “yeah, jeez,” a perfectly manicured hand would slide from behind down the front of my shirt and start toying with the first wisps of chest hair.
Katie Couric told Letterman (a few months ago) that Michael Jackson had asked her out once. Now I'm trying to imagine the two of them on the dance floor together.
The waiter in pic #4 looks like he's had enough of holding trays and is ready to join in on the action. The little girl on the other hand looks terrified. I guess this party was the shiz b/c she changed into a skirt at some point in the evening. Go Katie!
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