I am petrified.
As I keep mentioning enthusiastically at every opportunity--whether a real oppportunity or a manufactured one, like when someone politely asks, "Would you like more coffee?" and I shriek, "Guess what! I'm going to see Johnny Weir!"--I'm hoping to meet Johnny at the VIP party this Thursday after Ice Dreams.
And I am petrified at the thought. Petrified that I'll spill something