Thought Catalog

Booze

Wasted

Wasted, smashed, tipsy, three-sheets-to-the-wind, gone. Whatever you want to call it there’s something to be said for the magical little moment when your BAC goes from zero to .08.

Every year it’s the same questions. “What are you going to do with your life?” Followed by the classic, “When are we going to meet a boyfriend?” It seems the holidays are about spending time with your loved ones, however, at times it feels as though my family is trying to extend its reach through my intimate life.