I was attending a very fancy industry event. A very fancy advertising industry event.
If I had more time I'd bore you with the details of how I didn't have time shop or primp. Or how I ran into a dear old (boy)friend and he commented on my toenail polish. Or how I got locked outside when I went to give Charlie (Hi Charlie!) a hug. Or how I went to the party with highly contagious cold, contemplated wearing a face mask but then just ended up drinking vodka/grapefruits and washing my hands alot.
And thank goodness I did, because I learned the secret to life. And it couldn't have come at a more opportune time.
I was talking to another dear old (boy)friend of mine, let's call him Mr. Fabulous.
Me: You sure are busy, Mr. Fabulous.
Mr. Fabulous: Baby, I'm always busy. But what are you talking about?
Me: Well, your status updates on Facebook. It's just one thing after another. NewYork. Belgium. St. Paul. Miami. Wichita. I mean one day you're running with the bulls and the next your dog wins best show.
Mr. Fabulous: Oh, honey. I make that shit up.
And there you have it. The secret to life: Make shit up!