Party at the Bar please!
Whoa!
So last night had me feeling like fruit at Jamba Juice, all mixed up! First, I went out to one of the many comedy clubs with a friend it was great we laughed so hard, I actually haven’t laughed that hard since CD (Charles our creative director) came to work in women’s pants.
After the comedy club we went to the Kareoke bar on Delancy on the lower east side and if you sang you got half off your drinks, so I was singing the night away. I sang ‘What A Girl Wants’, ‘Gone’, ‘Spiderwebs’, ‘Ironic’, ‘Head over Feet’, and ‘Don’t Cha’ annnnnnd ‘Poison’ it was a good night. My friend and I met some guy who ended up knowing the owner and it was pretty uch over from then on. We had drink after drink after drink and so on. Pretty funny because when my friend asked me to hang out with her I told her I wanted to be home early (like 1-ish) nope! Didn’t get home until like around 4:20 this morning.
I went into work sans makeup, hair pulled back, obligatory shades, and a giant coffee. It was hell to get through, plus we had this huge campaign deal about shoes for some basketball player and I said I didn’t understand why shoes were even needed to play basketball, they don’t make you better at the game, they just make you look better while you’re playing. Anywho, the shoes were awesome and I wanted a pair, but since I wasn’t technically working on the campaign I couldn’t get a free pair so I spent all day trying to talk Larry into giving me a pair, I even went as far as to swipe Emma’s when she wasn’t looking, let’s be honest she’s not going to wear them.
Anywho, her shoes were too small and not only did I come home with the hangover I left with I also came home with no shoes, well my shoes I wore to work were on, but I didn’t get any of those basketball player shoes and even though they’re super cheap I wanted a free pair.
ugh! Also, I am never drinkin whisky shots again! Ouch! Poo!
