Bouffant

Last night, a tipsy Miranda insisted on calling me bouffant. I'm not sure if it's a compliment like she meant it to be, or if I should be a little worried that that's the descriptive word she thinks of me as legitimately. The major phrase of the night was "You shouldn't come here alone, you end up looking like a lesbian. [thinks better of her comment] - But not because you're dykie looking! It's because you're so... bouffant! You're like burlesque! You look like Dita Von Teese!"

Nice cover, although I look nothing like the Miss Teese, and I was far from burlesque last night in jeans and a tank top. I don't think it means what she thinks it means...