Do you want to, do you, do you want to, want to go

We went to see Cats last night. Worst play ever. It was an impressive tour de deforce of costumes and spectacle, but I promise, going into it thinking there is a plot is a terrible thing to do. If I had run into Andrew Lloyd Webber last night after the show, I'd have kicked him in the neck and made him sit through two hours of me introducing his cats back to him and see if he liked it. Very artistic, I guess, but not very literary. Boo to him.

That being said, New Years is coming, and I don't have a thing to wear...