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- You look back on that place between sleep and remembering what you did last night fondly.
- Kidding, you never remembered what you did last night.
- You didn’t even consider doing a wet t-shirt contest on spring break. What was there to consider? You were obviously going to do it.
- Those height-to-weight charts that list how many drinks you can have in a night indicate that you should have been legally dead every single weekend.
- You knew the bouncer at every single bar on campus, and felt victimized if you were ever ID’ed.
- Body shots were kind of your thing.
- You thought your boobs counted as currency if you didn’t have money for things like cab rides or drinks. Coincidentally, so did the people who were offering those services.
- You sat in the exact same spot at every concert and football game: on top of some guy’s shoulders.
- For a brief period of time, you thought your name was “You WOULD.”
- “Dating” was a foreign concept to you, because nobody’s got time for clingy dudes.
- Every awkward silence was filled with “Soooo…..shots?”
- You had a good number of friends who you’d never met sober.
- “Woooo!!!” was both your mating call, and your war cry.
- If you weren’t dancing on an elevated surface, you didn’t really feel like you were dancing at all.
- You’ve never hooked up with a girl…unless you count making out, in which case you’re practically a lesbian.
- You had a healthy rotation of guys at your beck and call, and found that you were the one kicking them out in the morning.
- Post-gaming was the best part of your night.
- You lived by the motto “nothing good happens before 2am.”
- Sober sex was overrated.
- You couldn’t wake up for an 11am class, but you banged on pots and pans to get your roommates out of bed at 6am on homecoming morning.
- You have a distinct memory of uttering “Who would drink not to get drunk? I don’t even want to drink not to black out.”
- The “walk of shame” was neither a point of shame, nor pride. It was basically just a Saturday morning walk.
- You weren’t uncomfortable sleeping next to someone in a twin-sized bed.
- Tequila made your clothes fall off. So did vodka, whiskey, rum, beer, wine, and fucking Smirnoff Ices.
- The time you were physically carried out of a bar was a testament to how skinny you were, not how drunk you were.
- You regularly drank straight liquor out of a coffee mug.
- You don’t have a single regret…but if HR, your coworkers’ wives, or your new boyfriend asks, you’ll be sure to come up with a way to pretend you do.
TIL I used to be a party girl…
I wouldn’t mind partying in those two’s pants.
yeah. nice and sturdy.
Good column, Veronica!!