Friday night was wine night with two of my friends.
By wine night I mean I drank an entire bottle of wine, a couple bottles of beer, and with their encouragement proceeded to facebook wall post an absurd amount of things and text like 15 people all at the same time.
Solid choices.
I went to bed at 2AM and woke up at 6:30AM, laid around feeling like death, and then eventually forced myself to move and made it to my soccer team's team breakfast a half hour late. At which all the girl's ragged on me (seeing as they are in high school, I'm pretty sure they know I'm a mess). It was awesome.
I then skipped out of coaching the game (I co-coach you see, so I can do things like that, phew).
I ran home, walked the dog, took a shower, packed up all my bags filled with a ridiculous amount of clothes and shoes, and drove to a photo shoot.
A photo shoot that was set to begin at 1PM. Seeing as the make-up artist set this up and the photographer was cutting me like a $600 break, I decided to be early (weird).
I arrived at 10 of 1. I called my sister.
She was due to arrive at 1:30PM (really?!).
I called the make-up artist, no answer. I tried 3 more times. Still no answer.
I didn't want to be rude to the photographer so I decided that since I was nearing the point of pants peeing I should head inside this old warehouse, find a bathroom and his studio.
I went in and hopped in the elevator seeing as I knew his studio was on the 4th floor.
Up the elevator went and upon reaching the 4th floor it stopped. I waited for the doors to open.
Only they didn't open, they just made a noise like they were opening and then closing.
Hm, well ok. Let's try this again.
So I hit the door open button once more.
Same thing, just noises....no door movement.
I start to mildly panic.
Seriously I'm in an old warehouse turned studio situation and I'm stuck in the elevator. WTF.
After several minutes of what the hell am I going to do.
I tried the open door button one more time.
This time I realized the doors were opening behind me.
Like you walk in the elevator, it goes up, and you get out on the other side.
Honestly, I'm like a mother fucking brainiac.
I found the bathroom after wandering around the building and then I found the studio, which was empty.
No photographer, no make-up artist, no sister.
I went and sat in my car and waited.
Eventually everyone arrived and the shoot started at around 2:30PM.
It was a good thing I busted my ass to get there on time.
