So you had a blast Friday, Saturday, and Sunday dancing the nights away while wearing your tallest heels and sipping cocktails — hell yes! It was a weekend for the books. Live it up, lady.
Little more kills the mood than your alarm clock blaring at 7:30 a.m. Monday. Ugh. You're dragging your ass to work, puffy eyes and foggy mind. Here's how to perk up, stat. (You do want that promotion, don't you?!)