When real things happen to imaginary people

- The Adam Lambert concert was AMAZING. He is ridiculously good looking, charismatic, and knows how to work a stage. I, er, may have spent most of the concert gaping in delighted glee. Seriously, he has the most stage presence I have seen in YEARS.

minim_calibre (who also had great fun at the concert) made the disconcerting observation that the fanbase for Glambert is verrrrrry similar to the fanbase for Twilight. Giddy, impressionable teens and, erm, giddy, impressionable older women. (Just with more sequins and glitter, and far fewer questionable undertones about stalking and abuse of power dynamics in relationships.)

- I am working at home today, which means that in between tech editing, I am doing Goth Upkeep. I am defrosting a bag of henna for step 1 of Mud On Head, I'm going to removed my chipped glitter nail polish and replace it, and I'm doing laundry. Non-stop fun, I tell you.

- Tomorrow night the StuntHusband and I are going dancing! (And possibly to the Night Kitchen after.) People should come join us, it will be fun!

No, I'm not thrilled about this. I would like to feel better now, please, as I have things to do, and I want to go dancing on Friday.

One thing that is keeping me distracted is the news that my favorite sparkly improbable boy, Adam Lambert, is playing in Seattle in July. He's so pretty! And tall! And glittery! Yes, I'm going to the concert. With some friends who never, ever have counted as designated adults for me. Wheee!