The price-tag purse and the buffet food Wynonna stuffed it with has disappeared at some point in the evening. This has lead to some creative re-interpretations of just what her costume is.

"I'm salad," Wynonna responds with a shrug, ducking in to the nearest available source of alcohol to refill her glass. And then she giggles. "Fitting, since I'll be tossing up in the bushes later, I'm sure."