We've been invited (and accepted) to a party and now all I want to do is turn on TV, mellow and stay home. But I am going. We may come home before midnight, staying up late is nothing I've ever been good at. I'll probably have a good time once I'm there, but getting ready is hard. DH has to help me dress and he is still amazed at how complicated women's prep can be. I may even wear a bra. Apparently he's had practice taking them off, on, not so much.