Pimp my Alie

Was walking outside our hallowed place of employment to grab what was literally my first actual meal of the week when I happened upon this lovely vision:

Yes, sports fans, that is none other than MMX LA's own Ward-on-the-Street, literally on the street, keeping her ear to the latest news coming through her very pink cell phone. Note the professional crook of her arm and ever-so-subtle tilt of the head as she ponders some super secret, naked, hipster art exhibit or other that decided to move up its showing that night across town. That moniker that looms over her shoulder was unintentional but strikes a fitting tableau of how we feel on a daily basis.

And lest any of you doubted, she does indeed pound the streets in striped knee-highs at a slight pigeon-toed gait.

Take a comparative gander:

What does this have to do with food? Nothing really. Unless any of you would like to leave a comment about how scrumptious or delicious Miss Alie Ward is. 

But I do realize—at the risk of totally freaking out my unwitting colleague—that I have yet again resorted to pimping her out for the benefit of the restaurant page. Something that has happened over and over, yet over, yep once more, and most recently over again. 

A.Ward, I'm your number one fan...