Kitty Power

Figures

I've got a test column due Monday -- me and a nightlife column is that a match made in heaven or what? Better would be me as a gossip columnist but certain people didn't respond to my "hire me!" packages. I blame Gawker for shouting out the opening to the world when I probably still had a fighting chance, or something. Anyways, leading up to writing 750+ words, I seem to have developed a bit of going out fright. All day I was semi-desperately looking around for someone to check this film fest launch party (though I can think of at least 5 people I didn't ask -- the panic is the most important part), but I went off to it alone and tottered around the place like a scared wallflower. Even after the free booze. You would think that it's a little too late in the game for me to be losing my nerve. Ah well. I'll hopefully snap out of it because this weekend's gotta be good.

In other news, I've been crystallizing the plans for the Tuesday party. So far it's an one-off, but it's a matter of seeing how well I do. Truthfully, the amount needed to make me happy is low because all I want is enough revenue to get me to this next Friday -- and maybe a Metrocard. I've named the party "Knock On Wood" because I think I'm due for an influx of good luck. Earlier, I was telling Jay-V and Ant that I was starting to feel discouraged because of the work related silence so far this week. This week's mood is definitely subdued. Then, I went into thinking to myself that I should be so down because hey, at least I've got my health, prompting me to quickly add "let me go knock on some wood because that's the last thing I need." So, voila, Knock On Wood party. Details and invites are forthcoming. I'll even throw it up here on the blog because hey, lurkers, I'll take your money too. It's not just for friends.

And I mean that in the nicest way possible, natch.