This is the “dress” that I am wearing to a party tomorrow night.  I say “dress” because it’s not.  I choke on the word every time we talk about it.  Nothing that fits in my hand is enough fabric to be a real live dress.  Not to mention that I bought it in the lingerie section. Ha…  who would have figured?  I’ve never purchased lingerie before in my life, and my first time wearing it I’m heading out to a party?

We’re having a Rock Star Party for Ms. Jenika’s birthday.  I’m Courtney Love.  She’s going as my date, Kurt Cobain.  Should be an interesting night, since there will be no bending, sitting, jumping, or walking quickly in this thing.  How am I going to remember that after all the birthday shots?  How am I going to wrestle away cameras?