If you have a hard time naturally pacing your drinking, follow this rule: If you accidentally break a glass, take a nap and then start again.
Go to a free event. There is so much free stuff to do in the summer. Winter = we’re annoyed that it’s cold out so we’re going to charge for everything. Summer = OMG, we’re so laidback! Come hang at our cool event for free!
Netflix is resoundingly not an option. There’s no going back.
Alcohol gave us the courage to flit from one worldly subject to the next, to armchair travel together out of this enclave. We could do this without alcohol, couldn’t we? But lately that felt like trying to drive a car with no gas in the tank.
Drinking is fun. It’s comforting. It helps you meet people. Still, sometimes you miss guzzling vodka out of plastic bottles in the same way that you miss the first person who touched you.
If you’re not by yourself, creep the person beside you. Is it an ex? Someone your friends hate? Someone you’ve never seen before?
The Bar—that lone tavern in the sprawling metropolis that is your college town—is a thing of intrigue. Even for a native New Yorker accustomed to passing by watering holes on every block, the bar at a small school manages to harness a surprising amount of mystique.
When he’d forget to pick me up from school and I’d intuitively know he was getting another DUI.
What do they mean by “alcohol”? Please be more specific. I want to Google it because I’m sure there are healing properties. But for some reason I don’t and I end up at home. Dry and speechless.
Bros are a complex breed of human. Defined by UrbanDictionary as “partying males who… talk about nothing but chicks and beer, drive a jacked up truck that’s plastered with stickers… [and] obsess over [appearances],” bros are distinctly different from normally defined social cliques.