About a month ago I applied for tickets to go to the taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon while he's in Indy for the super bowel. (You read that correctly.) A couple of weeks ago I received an e-mail that said I was going to the taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon while he's in Indy for the super bowel. Well, now it's the Monday of the week I go to the taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon while he's in Indy for the super bowel, and all I know for sure is what earrings I'm wearing.
I have to work that morning, but I'm getting off early to go pick up my tickets with my two friends who have to be present when he get our tickets. And then we'll spend the afternoon downtown wondering where celebrities hang out in Indianapolis the week of the super bowel before we get in line to go to the taping of Late Night with Jimmy Fallon while he's in Indy for the super bowel. So I could theoretically change after to work. Into some jeans, but as a very typical girl, what do I wear?! I got dressed this morning and as I walked out of my apartment all I could think was, "Well, dang. I should have saved this for Thursday." But it's too late now. I'm sitting in it now. Soaking my day's filth into the fibers. Jimmy will know. I will know.
What's worse is I just learned who will be on the show this week and Thursday, my friends, is a disappointment. Tonight is Glenn Close and Emmy Rossum. Tomorrow is JACK MCBRAYER! and people I don't think are real. WEDNESDAY is TRACY MORGAN and Tim Tebow. Friday is SNOOP DOGG. But Thursday? Taylor Lautner and Adam Levine with Nas as the musical guest. Come on, Jimmy. What that does mean though is we could run into Jack McBrayer or Tracy Morgan this week. What that also means is it isn't Seth Rogen or Jason Segel.
And the real point is I only know for sure that I'm wearing these.