This arrived today, from the desk of Rome:

"I'm excited to invite you guysh to my 26th birthday bash! My party this year is gonna be a “Bring Your Crush” party. So obviously, you have to bring your crush to the event! Please take note that your Plus 1 has to be your crush because I will judge you! Haha!"

There's a 'haha' there but my friends don't joke about these things. Oh, the pressha! Worst. Timing. Evah. I also have a debutante's ball to attend to next month (this is what happens when you start hanging out with children). I have a dress--naturally--but rendered escort-less. There also a christening (fairy gay fairies, dibs on Maleficent!), then my birthday, Christmastime of course, the New Year as well, then Yves' 26th... Well, actually, that one I don't much worry about. As spinster comparisons go, Yves is as threatening as St. Maria Goretti (pray for us).

Why, why, why did it have to be over when my social calendar's full to the brim?!

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So ok, CALL FOR VOLUNTEERS.
(Youyesssyou? *sabay bambi eyes* ← matagal ko nang di nagagamit ang bambi eyes!)

All interested parties, paki-buzz nalang ako. Like, seriously.

It's gonna be at BLUE KNIGHTS BAR, 04 October 2009, 8'ish.
Theme: strictly BLACK&WHITE. May plus points ang di nagwa-wacky!

Please note: you know I so love you guys but straighties only!

And NO, no suggestions of Ze Brother either! (He's taken. *sadface*)

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Ahahaha, apparently there's this option too:

For those who can’t bring their crush to the party, you may bring MY crush instead! However, please make sure that that person is really my crush or else I will judge you and you have to pay for your guest’s drinks.