Designated Driver Wanted

What a freakishly exhausting weekend.

Thursday:
1:30 a.m.
I finally fall asleep.

5:00 a.m.
Alarm goes off. I hit snooze.

5:05-5:25 a.m.
Alarm goes off. I hit snooze repeatedly.

5:30 a.m.
I drag myself out of bed

5:50 a.m.
I finally leave the house.

6:25 a.m.
I reach Justina's house.

6:30-8:00 a.m.
I do JuJu's hair.

8:00-9:10 a.m.
I fall into a light and interrupted sleep

9:12 a.m.
I leave for work.

9:43 a.m.-4:15 p.m.
Work

4:16-5:05 p.m.
I sit in traffic on my way to the salon.

5:07-10:15 p.m.
I get a pedicure, do a haircut, cut & color Elizabeth's hair, do another haircut, do a wash and style, get my hair washed and styled into a poufy thing.

10:16 p.m.
I leave the salon, and sit in traffic.

10:35 p.m.
I reach The Orleans Hotel & Casino

FRIDAY
1:50 a.m.
JuJu and Mel, both very drunk, climb into my car. I drive them both home.

2:50 a.m.
Completely exhausted, I settle onto JuJu's couch.

3:30 a.m.
Still unable to sleep, I pull out my iPod and pop in my earbuds.

3:45 a.m.
I fall asleep.

8:00 a.m.
I wake up and get ready for work.

9:40-4:15 a.m.
I work.

4:16-5:10
I sit in traffic.

5:15-11:30
I hang out with Elizabeth, Deborah, and their families. Then go home.

SATURDAY
1:30 a.m.
I finally fall asleep.

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Thursday was JuJu's birthday, so we went bowling. Amela had one drink, four shots, and a double shot. JuJu had two drinks and a double shot. Oh my. That made for an interesting night.

Being a designated driver is like being a babysitter. A babysitter who finds vomit in the backseat of her car.



The four doubleshots lined up. "The Tranquilizer"


Juju, Mel, and Ivy waiting for their drinks.


Juju, Mel, and Adam post-shot.


Juju, Ivy, Adam, and Susannah.


The back of my hair.


The underside of the back of my hair.


Adam plays on while drunken Mel teeters during her victory dance


Adam, my favorite 6'6" gay makeup artist.


Susannah, Ivy, and Adam


Juju is chipper and drunk


Mel, after drunk dialing a guy she broke up with.


Juju and her third drink, a Midori Sour.


Adam's shoes and my shoes. I just thought it was funny looking. Have I mentioned how much I LOVE hanging out with guys who are 6'3"+?! I do not look a bit freakish when wearing heels near him, but rather appropriately shorter. Rock on.


Ivy and Susannah, totally losing at the bowling game.


Mel, crashed in the back of George