Dear God,
Please let me make it home from this trip. Please. I promise not to take any more Chambien (Champagne + Ambien = very horrible chemical reaction that causes diahrrea of the mouth and complete memory loss) on the plane. Oh Lord, what did I say? What DIDN’T I say to my seatmate??! He repeated my most intimate secrets back to me when I finally came out of the cloud. God, I’m mortified! Please help me get over my embarrassment. Please don’t let our paths cross again–even if he does live in the same city and knows every single one of my hangouts (AND where I live).
Please help me hang on one more day with my big boss. I realize she’s a hardcore partier and I need to keep up with her, but it’s getting very, very hard. Please give me strength. Just one more day.
Please.
Please let the flight home be completely uneventful. I can’t take ANY more excitement.
I need to get ready for work now, God.
Oh…one more thing. Can you please make it a good hair day?
Respectfully,
Ginger
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