so, imagine this. a little after four PM on an LA freeway, new year's eve. a little silver car contains four reasonably attractive girls. one is knitting, one crochets, and all sing loudly to alanis morissette. stuck in the windows of the car, an array of monster puppets dance, carefully crayoned paper glued to popcicle sticks. a relatively similar scene plays itself out in the cab of a grey truck in front of them, two more girls with puppets and curly hair.

later, at the parties, they will file in as a veritable stream of lipstick, feather boas, and strappy tanktops, laughing at the reactions they cause. but for now, they make their scarves and talk about childhood and sing.