We have big plans tonight, my man and I. We're going to the Police concert and I can't wait.
No, let me rephrase that:
I CANNOT FUCKING WAIT!!!!!
Yep, I think that accurately captures my mood right now.
My preparations are complete:
Tickets for Pete and me and Melissa and Rich -- check
Responsible childcare lined up for Graceful and Elegant -- check
I went to the bank and withdrew a large sum of money to pay for the aforementioned sitter -- check
I went to Tar-zhay and splurged on new jeans that make my doughy white ass look pretty damn good -- check
Contrary to my previous plans, I did not purchase any lingerie to toss at Sting's feet. He's been sounding a bit arrogant in interviews lately -- okay, for a long while now -- and thus I have decided he is not worthy of my affections, or at least not at panty-flinging levels. If this were Duran Duran, it would be an entirely different matter.
(Sting's been off my freebie list for years, after I discovered that he believes deodorant is optional. I, however, do not, a fact to which Pete can give testimony.)
I'll just have to find some other way of embarrassing Pete. I'm thinking that by merely dancing, I'll manage just fine. Alas, I am afflicted by "Republican Rhythm," for which there is no cure.
And on that note, as it is still the middle of the night here at Jenworld, I'm going back to sleep for a few hours. Gotta rest up and conserve my energy.