The Day After..

I am hungover.....The day after an event. An event where everyone you have ever known, presently know, or will know, is there. When going to such a party, its imperative that you look perfect from head to toe but not over the top. You don't want to stand out, yet you want people to be like "She looks amazing" when you walk by. You want the woman at the event to not be worried your outfit is the reason their husband's have wandering eyes or the reason their husbands are the shitty men that they are, yet you want them to be a little intimidated by your look. Its a thin line and should be mastered....
The right outfit makes all the difference between you walking into a room with your head held high, social abilities at its peak or you walking in slumped over and about to kill yourself.
Most people have some sort of social anxiety, alcohol is obvi the cure to that. However, do not show up to an event wasted or the first drink you get at the bar (which we all know is the first place you are headed when you walk in) will send you over the edge and probably turn you into a sloppy drunk. UNACCEPTABLE. I have a friend that continuously makes that mistake, which is probably why she is an out of control drunk. The girl that is going to probably ruin yours and hers image simultaneously and crush her dreams of possibly meeting a suitable mate at any point of the night. My advice: One small drink before you leave the house, so the edge is off, yet not to the point that you are drunk in any way. You should be able to answer any questions with straight sensible answers. Then get wasted as the night goes along. This way as you get more drunk so are all the people around you. If you make a fool out of yourself, chances are they are at the same point, in a sinking fool boat with you.
The day after, which is today, after I drank so much...way more then anticipated. Work seems unattainable, putting on clothes is Mission Impossible that not even Tom Cruise can solve, and food is your end all and be all. Anything someone puts in front me today, I will eat and I probably will not stop. Easy gaining 5 pounds today that I will have to starve off next week.
I make sure to call my besties (hate that word) that day, to discuss, rehash and make fun of every person we can remember seeing and talking to. Assuring each other, even though we are probably lying, that we were 100% normal and did not embarrass ourselves in any shape or form. And then you spend the rest of the day thinking about every thing you said and did, how loudly you were laughing and yelling and mentally convincing yourself you were not social suicide. Ripping apart every move you made and every word you said to someone, thinking how you should or could have said that specific thing or done that particular act. But, at the end of the day, nobody is thinking about you as much as you are thinking about you. So get over yourself, move the fuck on because the other 200+ people are as self absorbed as you are and thinking about the exact same thing in reference to themselves.
Lastly, post 1-2 Instagram photos just to validate to the world that you were indeed there last night and you did indeed have a good time.
Xo- Gotta go get dressed for Friday night dinner/ B-day dinner for my hubby. Time to kick this hangover and drink again. ;)