fight for your right to paartay

Or not. Actually, I would have very much liked to stay home tonight, like a little mole in my little burrow, and work. Or, at least, pretend to work. But my girfriend and I were invited to a housewarming party by a friend who always comes when we throw parties and who's very sweet, and so, despite the fact that I have mountains of writing to do in the coming week, I felt obligated to go. I say "I" and not "we" because my gf has to finish a potential journal article that's supposed to be submitted tomorrow and since we felt that someone from the household should make an appearance at the party and we didn't feel it would be right to send the dog, I took a hit for the team. Always the martyr. That's me.

On the upside, I got at least five compliments on my new stiletto boots and a couple compliments on my whole outfit, which was very fulfilling. Gosh, I don't get out enough. Despite all the compliments and friendly mingling with other disaffected students suffering from the end-of-semester-"I'm unmotivated"-blahs, I managed to only stay at the party for an hour and now intend to try and do some work even though it's after midnight. (And now I have "Into the Woods" stuck in my head--"One midnight gone," etc.--because that's the scary [lyrics for every occasion] way my mind works.)Good night, ya'll. Time to party with my paper elves. I have to keep them well-amused so they'll write my papers for me while I sleep.