please lord let this not be an indicator of how my super fabulous pet shop boys filled birthday bash is going to be.

I just forked over 65 bucks for a locksmith to get my keys out of my truck.

I get stressed, I fall asleep.

I was nodding off in the parking lot waiting for him to come by.

I opened my eyes at the precise right moment to see his van.

It's a good thing.

This day can only get better--right?

I'm off to try to keep myself awake, finish my dinner before people get here at 5:30 for a little pre-concert sustenance.