Can't sleep cuz my bed's on fire

So last night, after an insane rainy day at the airport, I was (oddly enough) considering an extra trip to the gym after work. I opted against it because I wanted to get home at a semi reasonable hour so I could get some sleep. Well. Fuck that noise, because at seven-fifteen (about five hours after I'd gone to bed) my body decided that I was done sleeping. Still yawning and tired but an utter failure to sleep. Excellent. Today's work day should go swimmingly.
So yesterday I had my first OKCupid Meeting For Coffee To Assure Yourself The Other Person Isn't A Psycho Killer (Qu'est Que C'est) at Starbucks on ECR/Lawrence by that Indian restaurant. Things went pretty well, and we actually went beyond Casual Chat about Nothing Relevant or Threatening.
And I got invited to the San Francisco Fetish Ball. All I have to do is find somebody who wants to work Saturday night and then figure out WTF I'm going to wear. I'm sure I own something that could be considered fetish, but I haven't been creative enough yet to come up with it.