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.
But The Bucket isn’t just some assisted suicide mechanism, designed to carry a cloud of anxiety over an entire fantasy league. The Bucket is more than that. The Bucket is a uniting force.
I’ve had complete strangers come up to me and lecture me about not drinking, I’ve been bought shots despite saying no, and I’ve been told I shouldn’t be at a bar if I don’t want to get drunk.
This guy is as sober as one of those Bridge And Tunnel folks at Santacon.
As a pedestrian in London, you don’t have the right of way. Which is always beneficial if you’re looking to get run over.
The holidays are upon us. In just a few short weeks hometowns will be littered with college students home for break.