You guys, Busy Philipps had a crazy end to a fabulous night at the Golden Globes.
The Cougar Town alum was nominee Michelle Williams’s date at the awards show. The BFFs (and Dawson’s Creek buds) had so much fun together, as they always do. They were adorb on the red carpet.
They took their obligatory bathroom selfie. (They prefer the lighting.)
They binged on pasta after the show. (They hadn’t had carbs in a week.)
However, when they went their separate ways, things got hairy for Philipps. The blond, who was drunk, found herself locked out of her house, where her husband of nearly a decade, Marc Silverstein, their two kids, and her new kitten slept peacefully in the wee hours of Monday morning. Furthermore, it was raining — and when it rains in Los Angeles, it’s like the apocalypse is happening.
“Um, guys, I’m locked out my house,” the always hilarious Busy said in the first of a series of Instagram Stories (most of which began with “You guys…”) that she posted at 2 a.m. PT. “I didn’t take keys tonight and everybody who is in my house is asleep. So…”
By the second video, she was cursing a little, but still playing it kind of cool, and there was more playful cursing in the third video. In the fourth clip, in which you can hear the rain coming down, she got a little more serious.
“It’s 2 in the morning, I’m locked out, it’s raining really hard, my husband is clearly asleep, I don’t know what to do,” she said.
Here are her Instagram Stories detailing her drama. She curses a few times, so if you can’t handle, don’t watch:
The video updates kept on coming. First she said she saw the “comical side” to it all (just her luck, said the crab cake queen!), but in the next she decided it had become “almost not comical,” and then she was back in yet another clip in which she deemed it “not comical.”
She quipped, “I’m drunk, I’ve been at the Golden Globes for 700 hours, everyone in my house is asleep, and no one is answering the door,” as she filmed herself knocking on the door.
Busy’s final update had her deciding to leave the covered area by her front door to run through the yard — and rain — to knock on her bedroom window.
“OK, so I guess we have to go try in the rain to knock on my bedroom window,” she said. “It’s freezing. I’m in the dark. Oh God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Ouch.”
And “ouch” was the last we heard of her. That was her final update. We hope she woke her husband (without having to do anything crazy like climb a ladder) and is now sleeping off her drunken night at the Globes. And you can bet next time she’ll be bringing her keys.