*crying hot tears of jealous frustration*

So after spending twenty-two minutes on the phone with giddyupnow and making her question very sensible decisions regarding passing on the VMAs this year by telling her about the Roseland Ballroom show, my second call was to the venue itself.

Twenty-one and over.

I have never been quite so desperate to be a month (a single month!) older. It would've been so feasible, too: $118 round trip airfare, we're already on the guest list for the awards show, I could've made a couple of phone calls to see about crashing with people or just stayed with a friend in Philly, and I mean, New York!

I'll just be over here, quiet and fetal in my depressing little underage corner of the universe. *sigh* Damn you, Timberlake!

So I've calmed down considerably since this morning.

I took a walk with xalxuffasch, had a Sweet Onion Chicken Teriyaki sandwich from Subway (excellent, by the way) at the Union, talked to an advisor in the Journalism department who assured me that not only was I more than on-track, she could probably hook me up with someone who'll test my Hungarian proficiency so they'll waive the foreign language requirement. Jon and I watched the first Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles movie over lunch, and that, too, went a long way to cheering me up. I am such a child of the eighties/early 90s.

Sigh. So yeah, not going to New York. I would've still done it if JC were performing, but without any guarantee I'd get into the club and no performances I really can't live without seeing, I'm better off saving my money for the Solo!Club!Tour! or a trip out west. *hugs giddyupnow and without_me*

As far as the choreography meme, my unholy love lies with the arms/knees combination during the second chorus of Pop. As many times as I've seen it, it's never failed to elicit even a little squee of joy.

Tonight, I've declared that, with Miranda by my side, there will be copious amounts of footage-watching in this neighborhood. If anyone has any recs, do drop them by below.

Oh! And a mostly belated but no less heartfelt happy birthday to one of the sweetest women I've ever met, amuse139. Hope this year brings you everything you so richly deserve, hon.