We're having an 80s party this weekend. It's partially to celebrate my birthday,* and partially because we want to. Also, partially because I want an excuse to play "Footloose".
Okay, I won't lie--"Footloose" is like, 75% of my reason.
Also, dressing up. We missed all the Halloween festivities because we were in Virginia, so this is our replacement. My outfit is...well, I think it'll look pretty awesome. And don't think I won't rock a rad side-ponytail.
Oh yes. I will rock it.
In the meantime, I'm having way too much fun downloading songs to play, when I should be cleaning or doing some work. But come on...It's hip to be square!
Yeah, maybe it's time to cut off the caffeine drip going into my arm.
And yes, there will be pictures, probably Monday or Tuesday. And they will be hilarious and awesome. And perhaps a little cornea-searing as well.
*although most of the attendees don't know it's my birthday, 'cause I'm sneaky like that.
If you don't feel that you are possibly on the edge of humiliating yourself, of losing control of the whole thing, then possibly what you are doing isn't very vital. If you don't feel like you are writing somewhat over your head, why do it? If you don't have some doubt of your authority to tell this story, then you are not trying to tell enough. --John Irving