In Anticipation Of Tonight's Black Tie Gala

I feel like I swallowed fireworks.

Emerge-Slowly-Through-The-Parisian-Mist-With-The-Street-Lamps-Glowing-On-My-Way-To-Meet-My-Sexy-Italian-Lover Dress? Check.

Cinderella's-Glass-Slippers-SUCK-Compared-To-These-And-Even-If-Someone-Tries-To-Steal-My-Bag-I-Won't-Even-Use-These-Heels-To-Poke-His-Eyes-Out-Because-They're-THAT-Pretty-And-I-Wouldn't-Want-To-Get-Blood-On-Them Stillettos? Check.

Boy-Who-Went-To-Wedding-In-Mississippi-This-Weekend-And-Text-Messaged-Me-To-Say-The-Catfish-Was-Wonderful-And-He-Wished-I-Was-There-To-Try-Some? Check.

Everything is in place.

Couldn't be better if I had a fairy god mother.