What you consume at your favorite bar reveals your true colors more than you probably realized. Order wisely, my friends, here’s what your bar tab says about you.
Most clubs are crammed so tight that you can’t move, be it to dance or just navigate to the bar or restroom. Everyone is bumping into everyone, drinking are spilling everywhere, and at some point, you will either have your drink knocked out or you will knock someone else’s out.
In the stories I had heard and read about, the women used eBay to mail the panties out. But I figured, why not cut out the shipping cost and just give them to the guy?
Don’t hit on the bartenders, folks. It never turns out well.
“…but the other bartender hooked me up…”
Also note, I do not drink during my shifts because I am working. I am not there to party with you.
You want to drink in DC? Read this handy-ass guide.
7:00PM: You’re standing in the middle of your room, staring at your closet, wondering WHAT THE HELL YOU ARE GOING TO WEAR.
I just want to be 79 years old so I can watch Boy Meets World re-runs in peace and not feel guilty for wasting my perky breasts and small wrists on a gallon of ice cream and Ben Savage in all his 11-year-old prime. I AM A SQUARE.
9. Instagram literally puts filters on our lives. You can play the game all you want but there are no winners here, just losers who need you to validate their brunch.