Mydrunkenstar - Vicky - Drunk Fashion Show Official

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.”

Location: The Back Room @ The Rusty Compass Mood tracker: 4 shots of Fireball / Wobbly / Iconic

Now someone please tell me why I have a traffic cone in my bag. MyDrunkenStar - Vicky - Drunk Fashion Show

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. xoxo, Vicky Professional Disaster

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.

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”). 📸 Close-up of the “ketchup stain” (jury’s still

Started with two vodka sodas and the bold belief that I could sew. Tried to hot-glue broken Christmas lights onto an old prom dress. Shocked I still have eyebrows.

Alright, Star Fam. Gather ‘round.

10/10 would black out and catwalk again. Shoutout to the stranger who held my hair back and told me I looked “fierce.” You’re a real one.