F A C E P A L M.
while getting ready to go to some "gold"-themed BC birthday party in allston with marcy, i was blasting guns n' roses/bodega girls/madonna (1984-1988, not any of this disco revival shit) and i somehow COMPLETELY lost track of time and am now sitting on my couch smacking myself in the face because i should've left my house an HOUR AND A HALF AGO.
lessons learned:
+ "sweet child o' mine" on repeat is a procrastination enabler. it just makes me make my hair all huge (or huger, i guess), dance like a maniac in front of my full length mirror for an hour and scare my neighbors when i scream the high notes with axl in the last 1:20 of the song.
+ i own several articles of clothing/pieces of jewelry/assorted accessories that would be appropriate for a "gold"-themed soiree. why this is unfortunate: a) my gold sequined tom's are now so rank and disgusting that i can't even take them out of my closet they reek so bad b) my necklace with the huge pearls wrapped in gold filigree leaves royally snag on my hair/various articles of clothing and as a result the necklace is boasting hunks of bright purple thread leftover from when i wore the necklace with my flapper dress on halloween, ugh. c) the gold jewelry i do own isn't ostentatiously gold (a la "bling bling." word.) or relatively classy therefore it looks kind of awkward as most of it is vintage-y or weird. i do, however, own the best purse ever for this kind of affair:
um hi impromptu vanna white? ok.
+ TURN THE RADIO OFF AND GO HANG OUT WITH YOUR FRIENDS, DAMMIT! IT DOESN'T MATTER THAT YOU HAVE TO TAKE THE 66 TO GET THERE! JUST GOOO.
ok! and now a buddy is swinging by to save me and take me to a party in somerville? did my saturday night just get salvaged? wtf life.
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