So last night’s “Drunk Fashion Show” happened. You know, the one where the theme was “Haute Mess.” And baby, I delivered .

Alright, Star Fam. Gather ‘round.

Now someone please tell me why I have a traffic cone in my bag.

Started with two vodka sodas and the bold belief that I could sew. Tried to hot-glue broken Christmas lights onto an old prom dress. Shocked I still have eyebrows.

Location: The Back Room @ The Rusty Compass Mood tracker: 4 shots of Fireball / Wobbly / Iconic

10/10 would black out and catwalk again. Shoutout to the stranger who held my hair back and told me I looked “fierce.” You’re a real one.

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