Living with people is tough, especially when you’re in college where everyone has an off-kilter schedule and a questionable amount of maturity.
Instagramming blurry photos of your friends that no one can decipher, captioned with inside jokes that make no sense.
4. You don’t have to read the books. You don’t even have to buy the books.
There is no more worthwhile service that a bar can serve for a tender, violently self-discovering young person than to make them feel accepted. And drunk. Everyone needs to frequently be made to feel quite accepted and quite drunk in their twenties.
6. Don’t get intoxicated during your shift.
You can change your clothes, but you gotta love your bones, baby.
It’s the best of times, it’s the worst of times, it’s NYE! Save yourself some trauma and read my handy-dandy list of lessons to have a fun, emotionally safe night! Tonight does not have to be THE BEST NIGHT.
I enjoy a good drink and/or buzz now and again. Sometimes I just don’t want to leave my house, though; social interactions… mehhhhh, driving from the bars… meh, paying $2-$14 per drink… meh.
Before you brush this off as one of those holier-than-thou attempts to convince the general population that the consumption of alcohol is a sin beyond murder, hear me out; I promise this is the opposite of that.
Kerouac abused Benzedrine, which was the 1950s answer to Adderall and he allegedly bashed out On The Road in a three-week bender with the aid of Margaritas.