As a former party girl I can say confidently that going out and getting stupid drunk with your besties is an absolute blast. But sometimes I just don't want to go. As I'm getting older I'm just becoming boring. A nice, warm boring. A wrapped-in-my-blankets boring. Being drunk is so much fun, but getting there is exhausting, even for me and my low tolerance level. I will allow the Grinch himself to demonstrate the feelings I often experience when my friends make me go out.
It all starts with the pregame music.
You're trying to lay in your bed, or sit on your couch eating something bad for you and watching The Notebook when all of a sudden some trap music starts playing in your roommates room. They hit up group chat, and you try to politely decline, explaining that you're staying in tonight. Then they storm into whatever room you're in. "You're going out."
"Who all is going?"
Aside from your main homies, you could care less about anyone else that's going. You decide to blame your bank account. "I'm broke."
"There's going to be pitchers!"
That's a game changer. Suddenly applying effort doesn't seem bad when there's going to be free beer at your fingertips.
You accept defeat.
Whatever, fine. I'll go.
You're discouraged again as soon as you try to pick out an outfit.
Suddenly you regret every cheeseburger you've ever eaten, because now you look like a can of busted biscuits in your favorite crop top.
Your roomie hooks it up with a cute top.
Everyone in the house agrees that you look amazing in that top. You feel like a new person. You're also mad because yet again, they ruined a potential excuse for you stay home.
They want to walk to the bars.
Haha, no.
You get to the bar finally, and it's packed.
You want to throat punch everyone that bumps into you. You are going to need more than the free beer, so you set off looking for a tequila shot.
The tequila shot was located.
Yep, you'll be deleting some snap stories tomorrow.
You are forced to socialize in the bathroom with that girl you met once.
Everything she says is hilarious because she's YOUR NEW BEST FRIEND. Speaking of friends, where are yours?
You make it home, and find the fridge.
Drunk people do crazy things when they are hungry. My boyfriend once ate an entire container of strawberry cream cheese. Disgusting.
You wake up, and you hate everyone.
You've already deleted your snap story, and taken the trash out to hide the evidence of your late night snack massacre, but now you need to confront your friends. This is all their fault, and they owe it to you to never tell a single soul about the embarrassing things you did.
Sadly, we all know you'll be back at it next weekend, and you wouldn't trade your friends for the world.
