I now have a ticket to the Black Party. Or rather, Visa has a ticket to the Black Party that they'll let me use and I'll pay them for it about the time that I sign up for AARP benefits.
Of course, having wrestled with the issue of whether or not to go, I'm now in the throes of the second issue: What will I wear? Hmmm. Something flattering, something not run-of-the-mill, something with pockets, something that I can dance for sixteen hours straight while wearing, something... er... black.
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