How to tell you're not so much a hot mess as just a fucking mess (again):
This story comes from The Best Friend.
It was the middle of the week and The Best Friend went to go see this band we're mates with. She happens to have a little thing for the lead singer (okay, it's a big thing, but he had a girlfriend forever and she'd basically accepted the fact that it was never going to happen and then they suddenly broke up except now he just wants to sleep with 18 year old sluts) but claimed she was just going along to support friends.
The gig was a success, except for the fact that the lead singer kept flashing her looks during their set which she ignored (while, of course, hoping they actually meant something). Afterwards they went for drinks. The drummer went home with one of the girls he is regularly sleeping with. The other girl he is regularly sleeping with continued to hang out with The Best Friend, the lead singer and the bassist. The bassist took acid and all but passed out on the bar floor. The rest of them hung out in an awkward circle where everyone was flirting with someone different.
The ended up all going back to the girl's house. She got naked and tried to convince the rest of them to follow suit. The bassist was passed out on the floor. The other two were just sort of like this is weird...let's have another drink. Finally the bassist announced he had to go home. Ditching the naked girl the other three went to go and find a taxi. After wandering the streets for hours (and a random stop at Maccas) they finally got home. It was 7am.
The Best Friend crashed into bed, slept a few hours, showered and then headed off to work at 1pm. She was busy selling stationary and setting up VM moves for over an hour and then her boss pulled her aside. He asked if she'd been drinking. The Best Friend admitted she'd been out the night before, but only for a few hours. It had, after all, been a Wednesday night. And she hadn't been that bad. She hadn't even taken drugs.
Her boss told her she stank of alcohol, that it was not on, and she was sent home. Unpaid.
Yeah. Her boss is an arsehole who obviously never gets laid. And doesn't use alcohol to forget that fact.
