don't tell burvil.
mind you, the specter of burvil's disapproval doesn't discourage us from engaging in said activity/circumstance/event. but it does give us a moment of pause.
all that to say it's going to be a night of much we won't tell burvil.
tonight, i am going clubbing. with my cousin. who is, shall we say, quite young.
are you jealous? i know you are. you're freaking keeled over with envy, because who wouldn't be? it's friday night and i'm clubbing with my college-age cousin. what 30-year-old woman doesn't long to say the same?
the only thing that could improve upon the idealness of this scenario? if i were two days removed from a diagnosis of four separate infections so that my preparations for the night of clubbing with my cousin could involve donning a mini-dress and mainlining decongestant.
but, wait! that's totally how it's happening! the stars, they have aligned!
i assume this evening will be epical. really, how can it not be?
cousins! clubbing! guaifenesin! cigars!
we keep only the best things from burvil.