Time to get ready
Ok, I'm ready!
I hate what I'm wearing.
Pre-party at your friends before the club
You've arrived to the club
Instantly run into someone wasted
You know you won't be that sloppy tonight
You laugh cause you lie
Some guy at the club mouthed "fag" to you.
You get a better look at him
Then a roided out 48-year-old wants to buy you a drink
Roided out 48-year-old's just as ugly friend thinks he can step in and say hi
You're over it - time to hit the dance floor
DJ starts playing Lady Gaga
You lock eyes with your new potential boyfriend
LOL you remember you're at a club
You say hi to him anyway
He's dumb as fuck
You're over it and feeling the
Vodka music now.
You're officially drunk
Like, really drunk
Like, you DGAF drunk
Your friends suggest it's time to go home cause you're doing this
Fuck that, you have glorious beer goggles on and you're gonna go home with someone you'll regret on Saturday
He takes you back to his place in BFE and you love every song on his playlist cause... you're drunk
Five minutes in he's finished
You're over it anyway
Must. Escape. Now.
You're in your bed. Heaven.
Mortified about your one night stand the next morning
Seriously, what the fuck
Search his Facebook because he can't be that bad, right?
But you know what? It's ok. Because