Have I mentioned that this week has been a total pain in the ass?
Hence… I’m thrilled that Friday has finally arrived. I’m so very ready to get this epic weekend rollin’.
But first… CONFESSIONS.
I confess…that I think I may have gotten myself into quite a pickle this evening. A few weeks ago, my mom asked if I’d like to help out with the fashion show that one of her good friends puts on at Oktoberfest, and I agreed, thinking I would be like my mom’s little aide or something. Turns out, I have one of the positions of “official dresser” tonight – I’m responsible for getting one of the models in and out of her outfits, making her look fabulous, and making sure all the clothes are returned to their bags neatly. Um. Hello? This does *not* sound like my kind of gig. Have these people seen my disaster closet?!?
I confess… that I can’t wait for the fashion show to be over. Then the weekend fun will really begin.
I confess… that I really can’t wait to just be at Oktoberfest tonight, in the big hall, with a drink in my hand, and hopefully running into many friendly faces. Perhaps dancing to Ambush too. Oktoberfest is a wonderful time of year.
I confess… that a friend and I were texting this morning about how pumped we are for Lynn & Steve’s wedding tomorrow. Then, my friend asked, “Are you letting Sadie out tomorrow?” And I said, “Yeah, I’m thinking of giving her a pass for the night”; to which he replied, “Oh. Well, I don’t really like Sadie, but oh well.” WHAT?!?! YOU MEAN PEOPLE DON’T ACTUALLY LIKE SADIE?!?!?!
I confess… Sadie’s feelings were very hurt.
I confess… that I might still let her out anyways, even if nobody likes her. I mean, there’s a frigging bus to get her home and everything. It would be a waste not to take advantage of this situation, no?
I confess… that I may be a little bleary-eyed at Tanner’s baptism on Sunday morning. I hope that’s OK.
I confess… that this weekend of fun hasn’t even really begun yet, and I’m already kind of anticipating next weekend. A) It’s Turkey Weekend. And I love turkey. B) It’s TUB RAVE!!!! Seriously, I think that’s my second-favourite day of the year, behind Christmas Eve. I hope Fudgie is making Caesars.
I confess… I’m very pissed off at Grey’s for killing off McSteamy. I figured if anyone else was going to fall victim to the plane crash, it would be Arizona. (Granted, I did believe her to be dead for most of the episode.) It was a tough episode for me to watch, bringing back memories of our days in the ICU last winter. But I guess that’s bound to happen with a doctor show, right?
I confess… that I’m ready for this weekend to just START. Like, NOW. Let’s goooooooooooooo!!!!!
Happy Friday, dudes :)