So last night’s “Drunk Fashion Show” happened. You know, the one where the theme was “Haute Mess.” And baby, I delivered .
If you’re gonna wear stilettos while three sheets to the wind, just commit. Fall like you meant it. Own the chaos. MyDrunkenStar - Vicky - Drunk Fashion Show
xoxo, Vicky Professional Disaster. Amateur Runway Queen. 📸 Vicky mid-fall, arms out like a majestic swan in distress. 📸 Close-up of the “ketchup stain” (jury’s still out on if that’s blood or hot sauce). 📸 A blurry selfie with the traffic cone captioned “my emotional support pylon.” So last night’s “Drunk Fashion Show” happened
Lost one shoe. Found it in the punch bowl. My outfit is now 60% sequins, 40% shame. Photo evidence attached (please ignore the ketchup stain – that’s “editorial”). Fall like you meant it
The cue was “Heads Will Roll” by Yeah Yeah Yeahs. I strutted out like I was on Paris Fashion Week… until my left heel found a beer puddle. Did I fall? Yes. Did I turn it into a dramatic floor-crawl? Also yes. Someone threw a dollar at me. I ate it. Not the dollar—the floor. Again.