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Oh no she didn’t.

I can’t believe I haven’t told you all about THIS yet.

I worked all weekend. It sucked. So what did I do to retaliate? I went out. Every. Single. Night.

BOO-YA work. Boo-ya.

Well, Friday was the very successful Christmas party. And just act like you don’t know where I was Saturday, with DJ Killa Kaos at Lulu’s of course! (I love that guy).

And let me tell you, it took a lot to get me out that night. I had to be at work at 9 the next morning and was surviving on 4 hours of sleep, a party and a whole work day, but you only have one senior year so…after changing my mind three times I was out.

It is fair to say I am a creature of habit when it comes to going out. I really should start giving other fine establishments a chance so I took the chance to do so on Saturday to pregame and to watch the Volleyball game. We went to Tony’s Big Easy, known around here as The Big Sleazy. It was OK. Nothing compared to my Lulu’s.

At least that’s what I thought.

Turns out I should have just stayed Sleazy that night.

After the win we headed over to Lulu’s. Dollar drink night, so all was going well. I was double fisting my vodka tonics and actually found a seat. We sat down and started people watching when…

an ENTIRE tray of shots was dumped on me.

Dumbass shot girl got bumped into so now I have about a dozen red, sticky shots all over me and my furry purse (not a good look, imagine a wet, sticky kitten), gray straight-leg jeans (which means you could see every single red shot) and my very cute black booties.

I was so mad. No, I was irate.

I got a free drink.

Did I mention it was dollar drink night?

Thanks, hoe. Really.

I understand that it wasn’t completely shot girl’s fault. Wrong time, wrong place for LB. BUT…isn’t there some kind of customer service?! She’s a girl. She HAD to have understood how much her mistake sucked for me.

She asked me what I wanted her to do.

I wanted a new outfit.

…but I understood that wasn’t possible. I explained I live off campus and would have to take a taxi home to change.

Still, nada.

No love from Lulu.

So what did I do? Paid $20 bucks for a taxi ride (there and back + tip, because I am that baller working retail for $7.15/hour). But before I left I told the bouncer what was up. And upon my return I told him he would be getting me the round of drinks I had purchased but couldn’t drink.

So needless to say I am not at all impressed with Lulu’s reaction to the red-est, stickiest disaster of 2007.

If DJ Killa Kaos knew about it, I’m sure he would have stepped up and helped a girl out.