T-Minus 3 Hours to Clooney

In preparation for this evening, I thought I’d do laundry. The card didn’t work.
I bought a new smartcard.

In preparation to do laundry, I gathered all my laundry into a huge basket and lugged it all to the elevator. The elevator didn’t work.

In preparation for this evening, I thought I’d dig out the base, and think about applying make-up—only to notice that somehow in the middle of the night, I’d been maimed. Apparently, I had rubbed my left eye too fiercely, and one of my nails must have been jagged. All I really know is there is a red, puffy scrape that makes me look like I’m undergoing the same affliction as one of the characters in the trailer for X-Files 2.

And I still don’t know what I’m wearing.

For her own safety, I think Chloe should really reconsider having me drive.

Kate, staring into her closet hoping for a magical designer genie to grant her three wishes in the next three hours


5 comments on “T-Minus 3 Hours to Clooney”

  1. Helen

    I think Chloe should drive and you should have a very strong drink. I know you aren’t a strong drink kind of gal, but what you need is gin!

  2. Kate, Dating in LA

    HA! Awww. He’d be my first. I’ve never actually done a shot before. We could put it in the photo album next to Kate’s first steps, Kate’s first day birthday, and Kate’s first day in college. 😉

  3. danielletbd

    Uh oh, hours later and no word from Kate on how it went… either he whisked her off somewhere to elope… or SHE got arrested for attempted kidnapping… I’m expecting a bail call any minute now. PS My friend Becky was at the premiere doing interviews but didn’t get to talk to George 🙁

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