7 posts tagged drunk
I wrote this video for BuzzFeed about the nectar of the gods: WHISKEY.
I’m also in the video. So, please, watch it, and then let’s go to a bar.
But You’re Like Really Embarrassing, Reese Witherspoon.
This is perfect and I want it for Christmas.
How to know what’s up tonight.
Happy New Year!!
When I was a junior at Emerson College I moved into my first off campus apartment with my friend Ashley…. awwwz! Now that she’s back in Boston she snapped this photo of our old place (we were in the algae colored penthouse, obvi dovi).
It was in the North End, at 64 Prince Street, right around the corner from Dino’s, which had the best meatball subs I have ever eaten to this day. When we moved in we spent an entire day cleaning the floors and wiping everything down. By the end we were delirious from the fumes and also in need of a strong drink… Lo and behold, we found a half full bottle of tequila in one of the cabinets! Along with a bunch of takeout menus, one of which included a little Chinese place down the street.
Cut to a few hours later, after the Chinese food has been shoved down my gullet and topped off with tequila shots, and I am vomitting, quite literally, in Ashley’s bed (mine hadn’t arrived yet, or whatever).
Ashley found me the next morning, passed out in the living room wearing a mini skirt and bra, which, I had not gone to bed in but I apparently had changed into at some point during the night.
God, I miss it.
This is me every single morning.
I’ll be honest, I spent most of this weekend drinking. Why is that? Let me explain.
On Friday I went with David to see ’Matt & Ben,’ and before the show we went to Formosa Cafe and split a bottle of wine because the waitress said the following words: “It’s $28 for a bottle and $10 for a glass, so I think you both know what the better deal is.” Then, after the show, there was a booze tent… So, I boozed in the booze tent.
My potential for becoming an alcoholic was further tested on Saturday during PRIDE festivities, where my friend Erich had us over his place starting at noon, and we drank until 10 p.m. when Gabby and I (pictured) finally gave in to being in our mid-20s and said it was time to call it a night (this was after drinking endless mimosas, taking jello shots at Erich’s neighbor’s house, and hopping from Micky’s to Fiesta Cantina where we ended the night with nachos and a triple margarita– that’s a margarita with triple the tequila).
Yesterday I slept in until 10 (a rarity for someone who usually wakes up at 6), and have spent the day detoxing.
I didn’t drink Sunday, but I know this coming weekend will further test me. What, with seeing Les Miserables, going out for a “ladies night,” and likely investing in a bottomless-something brunch on Sunday…
I guess what I’m trying to say is: Would anyone like to join me in my inevitable slide into alcoholism??
Oh… oh no no.