I'm going to an after party for a fashion event thing in the city tonight. I've never been to something like this so my imagination is running wild.
I'm not sure what's really going to happen or who's really going to be there, but in my head it's going to be like a scene out of Entourage full of models and fabulous people. And in my head, I'll walk in in slow motion with a fan blowing my hair. And in my head, people will come up to me and be like, "Are you one of the models?" and, "That dress is fierce!" And I'll be like, "Me? A model? Oh, stop it! Go on." and "This old thing? I only wear this when I don't care what I look like."
And in my head there will be gorgeous straight men all over the place vying for my attention and looking at me like they're confused by my beauty. And I'll just be like, "Hey." And then walk away as if I have something much more pressing to do - such as studying the pattern on the walls in the bathroom - making me all the more mysterious and attractive to them.
I'm thinking what will really happen is there will be no fan and no straight men and I'll spend the majority of the night switching off between sweating profusely, bumping into things, and tripping over my own feet.
I like the scenario in my head better. I'll let you know how it goes. Stay tuned!