not funny

let's take a moment to discuss irony. or perhaps merely that which masquerades as the universe's sense of humor.

not so long ago, i had a very good evening out with a certain boy. he was a drummer, we got along famously.

and, of course, in typical nasty boy fashion, he didn't call.

about a week later, i called him, just to see what was up. he said: "yeah, real busy until the end of january. sorry."

and that was that.

flash forward to this week. i'm going to see the navigators play tomorrow at the mercury lounge. i didn't know anything else about the lineup for the night, wasn't terribly interested.

yeah. found out today.

so, you know how i said that boy was a drummer?

mmm-hmm. his band is following up for the navs. yep.

this little development has lit a fire under my stressed out, freezing little bottom. it's just perfect. no, really. for some reason, it's very important to me that i glitter like the goddamn jewel of the nile tomorrow, in every way possible. glow the fierceness.

basically, tomorrow is a night for me to make the menfolk sad and weeping for brushing me off. either that or it's fate going for a second take on the original situation. the jury's still out.

not that it matters.

three words to sum up tomorrow night for me:

dress

to

kill.

three more words:

take

no

prisoners

and three more words:

so

much

fun

that's right. well, either that or it's going to be a huge debacle. i prefer to think that it's going to work in my favor, unlike the rest of this heinous week.

i'm going to out-fabulous every person in that room if it KILLS me.