Sausage Fest!

My excitement level for tomorrow's birthday party has reached junior high social dance proportions. It's great! My biggest concern is that I won't be able to sleep tonight. This also goes hand-in-hand with springtime MANIA SEASON! Woohoo!

And, at the eleventh hour, I am suspiciously close to meeting my quota of having 5 crushes attend the festivities. I hadn't realized I'd given my number to the boy I met while I was raving drunkenly at Soiree in Chicago, and supposedly he's going to show up. Then tonight I created a mini-spectacle of myself by purchasing an obscene amount of Rice Krispies for the centerpiece, thus attracting the attention of a man with a beautiful smile, to whom I also extended an invitation. I wonder if he'll come. Love Affair RSVPd today as well, for himself and two of his high school buddies (no woman with him, good job Love Affair). And, happily, My Friend will be in attendance as well.

The big question for the evening will be PhD crush, the most intense target of my affections. Discouragingly, when I ran into PhD crush today (first time in two weeks) he handed me the 'no' of the new millenium: I'll try to stop by later. So I'm not planning on seeing him, although, dear friends, that would really make my fucken night! So cross your fingers twelve-year-old girl style and hope hope hope with me! Don't y'all want to meet him?

I love parties! I hope that it won't be too much of a sausage fest, as Karim points out some of my parties tend to be. Man, if only Girlfriend and Sleepwalker could be here, I know they would totally clean up with me. I'm so appreciative of my New York family and I can't wait for us all to party together tomorrow night, but oh San Francisco, I'm going to miss you hard. I just know it.

Countdown to party time! Luis, Papagayo, Muffin, (keetens wish you could come!!), Wandering, get ready to raaaage! In a mere 20 hours from now I will be giddy and golden and glamorously 28 years old. I'm the luckiest girl in the world.

Kisses,
seriously