At 6 am, we'll be getting our sorry butts out of bed (yes, on a Sunday morning!) and heading to the airport to fly down to New York City (Center of the universe - Rent TM) for the Gift Show. But I'm not going to get any sleep tonight. Why? Because tomorrow is Chinese New Years and rather than spending it here with my precious daughter or in NYC shopping at Anthropology, Hubby and I will check into the hotel, get changed (if I ever figure out what to wear) and hop the F train to Figlet's house. She is hosting a New Year's party and I'm going to finally meet my posse face to face: Fig, Naked Ovary and many, many more.
It's so nerve racking. I'm guessing this is what going off to summer camp must have felt like, but I never went. I'm totally stressing out over what to wear! Of course, I am wearing THE jeans, but what top? what shoes? with a belt? I want to wear all my favorite things, but if I do, I'll look like an non-starving Olsen-twin bag lady, wearing every single item in my closet!
And I want my hair to look nice, but not too fancy, so I actually washed it over the sink tonight, like if I was going on a date with a really cute boy! My husband thinks I'm crazy, though he is a bit worried about making conversation with all these cool people. Though some of them did fess up that their husbands have much the same worry, so I have a feeling the boys will be hanging out together... My only regret is that Dumpling isn't making the trip. She would have loved meeting LSP and Ping and whoever else will be there.