1. The guy who is SO into whatever he’s doing tomorrow: For the purpose of this article, we’ll call him Kevin.
And then in six months when you’re sitting at a bar, sipping a glass of chardonnay, making polite conversation with nice people you wonder what it would be like to have one of those crazy wild nights again.
I’m not telling you that you should NEVER invite Pitbull to a party, I’m just giving you a heads up on what to expect.
Abusing a substance destructively is like riding on a roller coaster without wearing a seat belt. We crave the danger because we want to see how close we can come to death.
Anne Gus here, and unlike you I’m creative. A few nights ago I was getting a couple of classy drinks with a few gurlfrrraands.
Don’t ever talk negatively about a former or current friend, girlfriend, or even a neutral party. And talking about enemies should only be done with a strategy in place otherwise it’s just drunken boasting or insecure backfill.
I was not a criminal, in fact, I was a political prisoner taken in by the fascist, Gestapo-esque state we lived in.
I tested the residue of one of the capsules we had leftover. When I got those results, a knot settled into the pit of my stomach. “What have I done?” I asked myself.
No one knows more about partying than the legendary Andrew W.K. and, lucky for us, he shares his innermost party secrets with us every day on Twitter.
You own eight pairs of loafers and you can’t remember purchasing one of them. You go into your closet to get dressed and you come out, every time, looking like Mason Disick.