It's official: In December I will be jetting (or Southwest Airlines-ing, but that really doesn't sound as glamorous now, does it?) to Chicago for a one-night stand with my bestest twatmonkey, GWEN!!!!!
Remember last time we met up?
I'm so freaking excited I could pee...
(And Gwen, just because I called this a "one-night stand" doesn't mean you can roofie me and leave me in the dumpster with the feral cats like you did last time, OK?)
Hmmm...I wonder how many costumes I can fit in my carry on?