Where Art Thou, Fairy Godmother?

I just found out that my friend has an extra ticket to a super fancy gala at the Columbia Art Museum. Open bar, fancy finger foods, rich old folks and black tie NOT optional. I'm excited to go, don't get me wrong, but I have no dress or glass slippers. Let this blog post be my official wish to the Godmothers of America (copyright pending): I need a ballgown by 7pm pleeeeeze (these things are processed faster over the internet, right?) preferably in the form of a Vera Wang, Valentino, or Chanel Couture. I may be reaching for the stars by throwing in the word couture so close to the event, but how often do I go to black tie events? The answer is once. I have been to one black tie event. And I got about 24 hours notice. This time it was something like 8 hours. Also, if my Fairy Godmother could throw in some Manolos, that'd be greeaaat. I think glass slippers sound extremely uncomfortable.

Sidenote: I just had a nutter butter for the first time in a decade probably. I'm deeply disappointed in my childhood taste buds.

Off to let the birds and mice dress me before the ball! I'll fill you in on the magical evening later (read: when I'm done being hungover)