A Sleeped Deprived Babe Eating Crab Legs Makes Promise to Blog

I got a firm promise from Amber for a guest post. She was recounting how she’d spoiled Justin’s romantic Valentine’s Day date—they went to the 5 course feast showing of Gone With The Wind at Alamo Drafthouse. 5 courses, five different wines. Lotsa wine.
So, our heroine, being the fabulous postmodern world babe that she is, having never seen the movie before, and being a psychiatric nurse, HATED Scarlett O’Hara. Diagnosed her with borderline personality disorder. So she has something to blog about finally.
I’ve been enjoying an Amber-centric weekend. She actually doubted her Rock Star Goddess-ness for a few minutes. She was mistreated by a photographer and model at a shoot she was doing make up for. The model was a vain passive princess, an impossible to please mini-tyrant, and the photographer was a sleaze. She has the situation in perspective, now.