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Did I mention (no, I didn’t, verbally, but you may have seen it in my sidebar) that I’m going to THE kickinest party tomorrow night?

Uh… yeah.  This thing’s gonna be HUGE.  They say that even the Cre8buzz boys are gonna be there.  I know, right?  I’ve had kind of a school-girl crush on these guys ever since I joined Cre8buzz over a year ago (wait— haven’t you joined?  Why not?).  I’m using mantras and aroma-hypno-therapy candles, chanting to myself, “I will NOT make a complete fool of myself in the presence of such coolness” over and over again.  Let’s hope it works….   And the groovy chicks from Mile High Mamas will be there too!  And then all the political bloggers who happen to be in the area (which are many, of course, since we ARE the home of the DNC) will be there too.  Apparently there will be live blogging during Obama’s speech.  Yes, folks.  Live blogging.  It just isn’t a party without the live blogging.

Okay, so I probably won’t be blogging during Obama’s speech, unless it’s to tell you that the appetizers are good, or that everyone besides me and Amber are drunk, or that Mr. Lady really IS wearing the fishnets she promised she would.  Otherwise, no.  No live blogging from me.

In anticipation of the occasion, I bought myself some new make-up.  The goal is for this make-up to make me look younger, smarter, and fifty pounds lighter…  That way, I can fool everyone into thinking I’m… well… more than just a fat housewife.  Unfortunately, I am, in fact, just a fat housewife.  So, yeah.  Wish me luck with that.

Also, my husband’s sister and her friend are coming out to visit us tomorrow (and yes, I’m dragging them to this blogger bash.  They wanted to see the “Denver Night Life”— uh, are we talking about the same Denver?— and I didn’t want to have to explore the intricacies of Public Transit all by myself.  Everyone wins).  They’ll be staying with us, in my guest room, until Monday night.  And where, oh where, do you suppose my computer is?  Ahhh, yes.  My guest room.  I think that we can safely say, then, that my online time will be greatly diminished over the next few days.  So if you don’t hear from me, don’t think that it’s because one of the crazy DNC protestors has eaten me.  (Dude.  I totally hope that one of the protestors DOES eat me.  That would make an awesome blogpost.)

Fret not, though.  I will somehow find a way for Soap Opera Sunday to be hosted here this weekend.  (Speaking of that, I’m looking for a theme and a host for September.  I’m just throwin’ that out there.)

Okay, off I go.  Tomorrow’s a big day!  I gotta get my beauty sleep!  (Read:  I gotta stay up all night cleaning so that my sister-in-law doesn’t think we’re pigs…)