Butterflies and Happiness

So I am getting ready to go to my friend's game night party. I already know that I am going to be late, but I have been thinking about it all day. This has been one of those lazy Saturdays, where it's been raining all day and I have done nothing but compute and watch old movies.

Why am I going to be late? I think it's because I have been feeling nervous about the party all day, even though there is absolutely no reason for this. I should be and kind of do I feel like a child again, awaiting the excitement of a friend's birthday party, but with alcohol. And I know for a fact that I will have load of fun, as I have always had an awesome time at any event sponsored by Myrna. But still the butterflies....

Oh well, talk to me in about an hour when the alcohol has drowned the butterflies and replaced them with some kind of lurid happiness. There will be laughter, fun, and games, but please don't let there be pictures. The last thing I need is pictures.