By this time (12:30pm) on a typical Friday I'd be at work preparing for an evening out with friends. I'd already mentally have my outfit picked out and a shopping list of what I'm missing to "drop by" the mall and pick up. As you know, "pre-kid" it never seemed as hard finding something that fit and looked good when you were on a time crunch to get to the bar...
Anyhow, I digress... By 5:30, I'd be at happy hour with co-workers talking about how crazy this week was and what was likely to be a weekend ahead of complete debauchery. I would have made it home from the mall no later than 8:00 pm and by that time will have prepped my bare belly with a few crackers to get me going for the evening. By 9:00, I'd be finishing up getting ready, jamming to some music and feeling good about the upcoming evening. Out the door by 9:30 to meet my friends and at the bar by 10!
By 1:30 am, I find myself in the bathroom bar "touching up" what surely looked like much more of a hot mess than what I saw in the reflection. Last call at 1:45, munchie stop at 2:15 am, just after the bar shuts down. Stumble home, fall asleep with a full face of make up on and a t-shirt that I haven't seen since 1996.
10:30 am Saturday morning...grab phone to verify lunch date with mom that prompts complete and utter humiliation as I realize those text messages and random phone calls WERE NOT a dream.