homeA girl walks in to a restaurant for a casual evening meal with her girlfriend.
Upon stepping through the doors of said restaurant the two ladies spot a sign which mentioned something along the lines of "$1 Martini Night For Ladies".
Bingo.
The shorter blonde sees "Cosmo" on the list of martinis to choose from and immediately she is Carrie Bradshaw.
Carrie continues to order 3 of these cosmos, completely ignoring the fact that she has to be at work promptly at 8am the following day.
"La la la, this is a great ladies night."
"These martinis are so good, I want to do this every Thursday night!"
"Can I get a little less cranberry this time?"
They ordered some sushi because surely the rice in those 12 sushi pieces was going to be a substantial amount of carbohydrates to suck up all of that vodka by the time their 6:30am alarms sound.
Or not.
The following morning Carrie woke up in pure confusion as to why her phone was making strange noises.
"Oh, my alarm... work.", she finally pieces together through the fog.
She no longer feels like a New York City, fancy martini drinking, fashionista. Quite the opposite, really.
After laying in bed, roaming all forms of social media, maybe even sending a tweet complaining about her painful state, she heads straight to the Brita to pour her self the largest glass of water known to Zephyrhills.
Her head is throbbing, her vision is blurred, she can't understand what happened to her 21 year old self who used to be able to drink your average frat boy under the table and wake up feeling like a fresh rosebud the following morning.
Rosebud, she was not. Her 21 year old self would be very disappointed.
Her two white dogs follow her around, seeming to know what's going on as they're extra full of energy at such an early hour.
Finally she manages to make it to the dryer to find some clean clothes that match, which proved to be more of a challenge than actually getting out of bed that morning.
Dressed, dogs walked, water in hand she makes her way to work.
She turns on her car, "I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IT!!!!!".
"Dammit Taylor Swift, WHY are you screaming at me right now?! I didn't cheat on you, bitch!", she thinks after being horridly startled from the loud music that was coming from her car.
She passed multiple drive thru establishments on her way to work but resisted the temptation, mostly because she hadn't checked her bank account yet to evaluate the damage that may have occurred last night.
A girl walks in to her office hungover.
Happy Friday.
"La la la, this is a great ladies night."
"These martinis are so good, I want to do this every Thursday night!"
"Can I get a little less cranberry this time?"
They ordered some sushi because surely the rice in those 12 sushi pieces was going to be a substantial amount of carbohydrates to suck up all of that vodka by the time their 6:30am alarms sound.
Or not.
The following morning Carrie woke up in pure confusion as to why her phone was making strange noises.
"Oh, my alarm... work.", she finally pieces together through the fog.
She no longer feels like a New York City, fancy martini drinking, fashionista. Quite the opposite, really.
After laying in bed, roaming all forms of social media, maybe even sending a tweet complaining about her painful state, she heads straight to the Brita to pour her self the largest glass of water known to Zephyrhills.
Her head is throbbing, her vision is blurred, she can't understand what happened to her 21 year old self who used to be able to drink your average frat boy under the table and wake up feeling like a fresh rosebud the following morning.
Rosebud, she was not. Her 21 year old self would be very disappointed.
Her two white dogs follow her around, seeming to know what's going on as they're extra full of energy at such an early hour.
Finally she manages to make it to the dryer to find some clean clothes that match, which proved to be more of a challenge than actually getting out of bed that morning.
Dressed, dogs walked, water in hand she makes her way to work.
She turns on her car, "I KNEW YOU WERE TROUBLE WHEN YOU WALKED IT!!!!!".
"Dammit Taylor Swift, WHY are you screaming at me right now?! I didn't cheat on you, bitch!", she thinks after being horridly startled from the loud music that was coming from her car.
She passed multiple drive thru establishments on her way to work but resisted the temptation, mostly because she hadn't checked her bank account yet to evaluate the damage that may have occurred last night.
A girl walks in to her office hungover.
Happy Friday.
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