College. A time to wreak havoc on your liver, eat way too much pizza, and make lifelong friends and memories. I remember being a freshman and being WAY too excited to go to a real college party. I never partied in high school, and couldn’t wait to start having fun. While I’ve had the benefit of both the close-knit party scene near campus and the top notch nightlife of NYC at my fingertips, it still gets old. A girl can only drink so much Coors Light.
Stage 1. Coming to terms with how tired you are.
For me, 25 hour work weeks (combined internship and work study) + taking 18 credits as a full time student is exhausting. I barely have time to go to the gym, let alone pound the vodka crans.
Stage 2. Deciding whether or not you should rally.
You gotta put some feelers out and see if spending half an hour on your make up will even be worth it.
Stage 3. Taking a hard look at yourself in the mirror.
“Spice up your f***** life,” you say while you evaluate your strong points.
Stage 4. Making your first drink.
I usually start with a glass of wine. Or three.
Stage 5. Putting your game face on.
Apply make up, straighten hair, put on push-up bra, take selfie.
Stage 6. Waiting in line to get into the bar/drinks
Oh, yeah. This is why I don’t go out anymore.
Stage 7. Realizing your flirting techniques haven’t improved AT ALL in the last four years.
See you in Chem lab tomorrow! *Face palm*
Stage 8. Thinking your 21 year old self can handle liquor than your 18 year old self.
Stage 9. PIZZA.
Drunk eating > drunk anything else.
Stage 10. Going home.
Because there is no better feeling than taking your heels off and crashing. Happy hangover!