I really suck at committing to things. NO MATTER. ONWARD.
So, absolutely nothing is new. I’m still spending 90% of my days in Avengers party posts. I REGRET NOTHING. And I’m holding out rewatching it until my birthday in two weeks so it’ll be super extra special. Speaking of my birthday, it’s on a Wednesday this year which means I get TWO WEEKENDS to celebrate, that’s how it works right? So I’m planning dinners and outings galore, probably not a good idea to blow all my money before the trip but WHATEVER WHATEVER I DO WHAT I WANT.
Speaking of the trip, I’m getting so exciiited. Which is nice, because I’ve pretty much just been a bundle of stress every time I’ve thought about it for the last few months, but everything is slowly coming together. Our hotel in NYC is the perfect location, we’re a five minute walk from WHOLEFOODS, which I am seriously peeing myself with excitement about. We keep discovering new shows we want to see and stuff we want to do and we’ll be there in FOUR WEEKS and I’m beside myself. Still anxious about a thousand things, but it’s being trumped by all the ridiculous things we get to do.
In other news, Beans’ birthday was a hoot. Photo booth + panto kids is literally the greatest idea ever and I don’t know why we didn’t think of it before. I did spend the majority of the night dressed up as Robot Unicorn Attack and throwing tiny star-shaped meringues into my mouth while yelling DASH. Because of reasons. I also got all dolled up for my friend Erin’s (we danced together back in the day) party on Saturday which was a somewhat different soiree. I hung out with the five people there I actually liked, and accidentally made Gemma and I black russians which were way too strong because we ran out of coke after I’d already poured the alcohol. HONEST MISTAKE. There was a slideshow and I was in it a lot.
Seeing Herb tomorrow, now taking bets on what sort of horrible news he’s going to tell me. I’m thinking something like lupus, because it’s never lupus and therefore it’s lupus.
Here is a gif of Evans and his arms. You’re welcome.