Things that go POW! in the night

The Fourth of July gathering on Roosevelt Island was a blast--tons of cheap beer, Mizzou grads, and a really shitty view of the fireworks (due to the bridge and the fact that we weren't allowed on the roof). I seriously think I ate four hotdogs. Ick. I can't believe I just admitted to that. And I got to ride the RI Tram.

Tomorrow I go to work proofreading/editing only god knows what for a big bad auction house located waaaay uptown. The attire is business professional and that open-toed shoes, even cute highheel ones, are not allowed, I don't even think I have a pair of closed toed shoes here....Something tells me this two day gig is going to blow.