It's a pre-decided thing that on gig days, I do not get anything done. Too much to think about. I'm ready a bit too early. And all I can do is sit and wonder if I'm dressed too slutty. I feel skinny enough to wear this dress, with the on-purpose split in the side and feathers over the boobs. Still, i recall the band and band's parents talking about how I was not dressed enough for our first gig...and this is a similar situation.
Whatever...it's gonna be a good time tonight. No one, not even my desire to reach 121 lbs this year, is going to get in between me and green beer...maybe I'll even get the courage to Irish Car Bomb.
Sincerely,
Slutastic.
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