Funny Thing, That Universe

Here I am at the ultra-fancy, how-the-hell-was-I-invited, OMG-worthy People magazine party at the Boom Boom Room in the Standard Hotel in New York on Wednesday: The view! The cocktails! The celebrities! So cool, right? Not pictured: Me, less than twenty four hours later, standing in the back yard with a garden hose and a bottle of medicated shampoo, scrubbing Loki's undercarriage because his swamp-ass has returned with a vengeance. No view (save for that of his inflamed bits), no cocktails, and certainly no celebrities. I believe the universe has an uncanny way of keeping me grounded. Thanks, universe! (I think.)