"Wow," she said, "you're all dressed up!"
"Oh, thanks," I said, inexplicably adding: "I just woke up."
"What's the occasion?"
"Um," I paused, contemplating my post-modern green silk skirt, my $300 platform heels, my $5.00 black camisole, my hair ratted into a semi-bee hive. "I just woke up."
"I know exactly what I want. I want to look really hot, and then I want to go have just an amazing fucking time, just go fucking crazy and not give two shits the next day."
"So what I'm hearing is, you want to get laid."