oh, the heartache
Oh, What's Up Vandervoorts, I thought you were finally on the right track. I thought my job here was done -- for months, you've been doing quite a decent job, and I was able to stay silently in the background (my favorite place, darlings) -- getting manicures, pedicures, brazilian waxes, and going to all the best parties.
And then this had to happen. The Vandervoorts play a show -- one of their best I might add -- and where were you?! I don't know if you were there, as I am not entirely sure what you look like, and I must say that the choice of venue made me a little bit uncomfortable (my adorable outfit, although I did grunge it up a bit, stood out just a *little* bit in this scene, you see) -- but a better, more floor-shaking show I haven't seen yet. At one point I was so close to the "stage" that Mark Vandervoort (purrr) almost hit me in the face with his microphone! It was delicious.
So get on it, What's Up Vandervoorts. If you didn't even have the good grace to be there, a few words of apology would be nice. And if you were there, well then, let's hear about it! I know, you didn't even announce the show (you do have readers, you know), but you can at least try to make it up with grace.
fondly,
Kitty Balboa
