So last night I went to see Taylor Swift (presumably in a city other than Nashville….it actually seemed more like Vegas). This evidently took place in December, because she was having an afterparty/birthday party at a club that happened to be part of the hotel in which I was staying. Because I was staying in the suite adjoining the club— firstly, does that even exist? Secondly, HOMEGIRL IS LIVIN’ LARGE— I was allowed in despite it being a private event. At said party I met Zac Efron, who told me not to be nervous about asking for a picture and to just say ‘Hey Zoity, can I have a snappy?’ (Zoity? What?) Then we talked college basketball and traded numbers so we could coordinate to go to a Lakers game. I made friends with Tom Felton, who liked my short hair and told me it ‘reminded him of someone he had once worked with’ and I DIED. Taylor ran up to me and greeted me like a long-lost sister and said she was ‘SO GLAD I COULD MAKE IT’. The next morning I came across John and Hank (who had evidently partied so hard that they crashed in the living room of my suite-adjoining-the-club) and discussed my love of Doctor Who, and also my love of things that make me cry, to which Hank replied ‘Oh yea? My brother can help you with that.’ And then the three of us watched Free Willy and drank mimosas until they left.

Y’all.

WHAT IS MY LIFE.

EDIT: It also involved someone singing ‘I Can Hear The Bells’. And by ‘someone’, I mean me. To Tom Felton. So there’s that.