The Funny Thing Is...

As much as I hate to admit it, living fabulously has its downsides. Last night, my aforementioned lovely friend and I, and an old friend of hers went to Venu for a good old fashioned girl’s night. I know what you’re thinking: “this silly bint went out, had to much to drink and spent the majority of today in the fetal position” Well my friends, you’d be wrong. I had a good time without getting sloshed, but that is not the point of this little tale. The important part of  the story began when I got home.

Now what happens when you make it home, kick off your heels, and realise your fridge is empty?  You obviously order pizza. I had thirty minutes before Domino’s stopped delivery and I must say I pulled it off magnificently. I devoured the first half before falling asleep, and another quarter when I woke up. Needless to say I felt quite disgusting, so a trip to the gym was in order. I ran there, did some ab work, a little arm work, biked and did four minutes and ten seconds on the Stairmaster before I got bored and sprinted home. I was so exhausted when I made it up the stairs to my apartment that the last two pieces of pizza seemed to be the only that would bring my energy up!!

 

It’s so hard being fabulous