...in sheeps' clothing.
i’m alive, the mouth is no longer numb, and i’m sitting at my kitchen table drinking a keylime martini to predrink for the predrinking for the Emmys party tonight.
Keylime martinis (rather than beer), pre-Emmys party? Wearing a cocktail dress (like, a real cocktail dress) for probably the first time since semi-formal in college? Chateau Marmont on a Friday night? (And eye shadow! This is official!)
My, how grown-up we are.