I'm a little sniffly.
I feel like this happens to me every time I go to a big event.
I'm not even sick, but my body is just broken down in a way that vaguely resembles an illness.
Okay, so I'm not, like, fully ill.
I don't have a fever, none of that, but I have a slight headache, a sniffly nose, a sore throat.
I'm half sick.
I just got back from New York.
Mmm.
Last night at one in the morning.
I was in New York for the Met gala, and now I'm back.
And it was a fucking phenomenal experience.
It was my fourth met Gala.
It was truly incredible.
It was just kind of a dream come true.
I loved my outfit.
I have the most phenomenal team.
I got to spend a lot of time with them, and it was just a beautiful, beautiful weekend.
And that's the way that it looks online, too.
Like, you look at the Met gala through the lens of the Internet, and it looks like this dreamy experience.
You know, all these people dressed up in beautiful outfits, walking the carpet and going in to the event that is somewhat unknown, but assumed to be delightful, which it is.