Fizzy is not going out searching for beads and giving blow jobs on a festival named for her?
Fizzy is depressed. Mr. fizz came home from "work" on Valentine's with the bicycle babe's stink all over him, and he is "working late" again tonight.
She's sitting on the couch, wrapped up in a blanket, smoking pot, and washing down Raspberry Zingers with big gulps of Coors Light. At about 10:30 tonight, she'll break out the clippers and cut her own hair.