Here I am at the ultra-fancy, how-the-hell-was-I-invited, OMG-worthy People magazine party at the Boom Boom Room in the Standard Hotel in New York on Wednesday:
The view! The cocktails! The celebrities!
So cool, right?
Not pictured:
Me, less than twenty four hours later, standing in the back yard with a garden hose and a bottle of medicated shampoo, scrubbing Loki's undercarriage because his swamp-ass has returned with a vengeance.
No view (save for that of his inflamed bits), no cocktails, and certainly no celebrities.
I believe the universe has an uncanny way of keeping me grounded.
Thanks, universe!
(I think.)
