Okay...

So I'm just about to attend some celebrity-filled charity gala event and frankly I didn't give much thought to the possible repercussions when I RSVP'd to confirm my illustrious attendance but in keeping with usual practice, I decided to read the invitation more carefully just as I was getting ready to leave and now I am frozen in fear and horror.

Good. God. There. Are. So. Many. Celebrities. Going.

There's chup on my shirt (I had a splashy soupy noodle lunch).

I've just had 7 billable hours in the office.

My hair still carries the shape of my pillow. And the elastic band that's held it up during the 7 billable hours.

I am so so out of my league here. And as if that were not enough, one of the people I actually consider to be a good friend just told me the very same thing.