House parties are the best thing in the world. It’s an indisputable fact that has been proved by historians, scientists and mathematicians alike (bonus points for a Halloween House Party).
My dad accidentally said “I take you Helen Keller…” instead of “Helen” when he married my mom. He was nervous and it just popped out.
“When you want something, you just go get it.”
You are automatically the designated driver.
I had no choice but to take her home, gave her some water to neutralize the alcohol and change her clothes.
Bars should worry about this, not women. Men should be informed about this, not women. There should be distinct measures against this happening, not warnings to women.
This couple is snuggling in the corner and booping each other’s noses while rambling on about how they’re soul mates.
Between cabs, entry fees, and the price of drinks, you’ll be lucky to have anything left to your name by the time you leave.
I know how hard it is to turn this drink down, because tipsy you definitely wants to be drunk you, and this is one drink in the right direction. But I promise this drink he’s offering to buy isn’t worth the trouble.