Or something much like it. In about four hours, I'll be hopping into Intrepid Friend Lisa's Subaru and we'll be zooming northward to Brooklyn to see FITZ AND THE TANTRUMS.
It promises to be an exceedingly fun, if late, night. Taking a cue from Georgia Nicolson in the books I've been tearing through, I may have to spend some time this afternoon pondering wardrobe choices and doing makeup and whatnot. Quelle surprise.