goodnight to all that

Blisters all over my feet, I suppose, make up for having met Tim Robbins. Better still was the excuse to wear my new dress and some heels. No make-up aside from lip gloss on a muggy day like today. I drank cranberry juice and seltzer, sang along to someone else's karaoke, and kissed my friend goodbye early in the evening. No raging party tonight for me. It was just enough to dress up, show up, say hello, and head home. That was enough for two feet full of blisters.