Thought this article might be that you can’t hack the craft beer hangovers because I can’t. After just a few, I’m guaranteed to have a splitting headache in the morning.
But I did enjoy this! Don’t try to keep up. Just be happy.
Maybe I should be taking my lawyer friend up on his requests for me to come be a recruiter for his firm. He makes it sound like it’s all buying Beyoncé tickets for the summer interns and paying the bar tab at Top Golf on a company card, but I don’t see how that’s a legitimate job.
When I used to live in Nashville, we were out one night and as we hopped around, one of my friends was like “hey, I’ll meet you at the next bar.” I never heard from him again (not all that odd for this guy). He texted me the next morning to apologize for not meeting up again and that he had drunkenly decided to be the bathroom attendant (at a bar that doesn’t and will never have one). He handed guys paper towels for like an hour as he drank a few beers. He made $30 stuffed into a pint glass in the counter.
I need someone to draw me a map of who’s dating who and relationship status. Everytime the guys are around, I get confused. Are Alex and Trip still together? Is he coming to the party?
When you write these pieces, I understand where TGDAG’s Girl comes from. You are both so deliciously jaded, holier-than-thou and overly critical while also being basic as fuck. Level of self-awareness is up for debate.
Do you feel like Plan A is marriage, and career/goals/ability to own things has always been Plan B? Or that somewhere in you, independence/self sufficiency is supposed to be developed as an attractive quality to get to marriage?
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I took 4 vacation days last year. 4.
Can you imagine rolling up to OMB or Sycamore on yoga night in that bad boy? (I can’t really bring myself to make this joke.)
Miata guy has got to live in Charlotte. I now have a new life goal to see him at a stoplight sooner or later.
Gotta turn the bartender into an ally and solid second opinion. My guy tells me if I can do better or if someone is out of my league, haha.
Haven’t read this yet but you’re trying really hard to make your headlines sound like Vice headlines lately.
There needs to be some kind of Micah podcast or column where he just rips the shit out of everyone. Need his side of the story.
Thought this article might be that you can’t hack the craft beer hangovers because I can’t. After just a few, I’m guaranteed to have a splitting headache in the morning.
But I did enjoy this! Don’t try to keep up. Just be happy.
Maybe I should be taking my lawyer friend up on his requests for me to come be a recruiter for his firm. He makes it sound like it’s all buying Beyoncé tickets for the summer interns and paying the bar tab at Top Golf on a company card, but I don’t see how that’s a legitimate job.
Classic Tammy.
I am down with any and all of these. Fellas in Charlotte hit a girl up.
Side note, Draymond Green better once again be in the worst weekend tomorrow.
I would get behind a weekly mailbag. I feel like the writers could rotate so it’s not falling on the same person each week.
They put up signs like a month ago saying not to tip them. Now it’s even more awkward.
When I used to live in Nashville, we were out one night and as we hopped around, one of my friends was like “hey, I’ll meet you at the next bar.” I never heard from him again (not all that odd for this guy). He texted me the next morning to apologize for not meeting up again and that he had drunkenly decided to be the bathroom attendant (at a bar that doesn’t and will never have one). He handed guys paper towels for like an hour as he drank a few beers. He made $30 stuffed into a pint glass in the counter.
You gotta go boobs over vagina, right? Maybe back shot if you arch your back and pop your butt like Tyra Banks. That girl’s a psycho.
I need someone to draw me a map of who’s dating who and relationship status. Everytime the guys are around, I get confused. Are Alex and Trip still together? Is he coming to the party?
This sounds harsher than I meant it. Everyone has their inner mean girl, and I come here to read about yours. You do you.
When you write these pieces, I understand where TGDAG’s Girl comes from. You are both so deliciously jaded, holier-than-thou and overly critical while also being basic as fuck. Level of self-awareness is up for debate.
Have you not met the Internet?
This makes me feel better about my life choices.
Do you feel like Plan A is marriage, and career/goals/ability to own things has always been Plan B? Or that somewhere in you, independence/self sufficiency is supposed to be developed as an attractive quality to get to marriage?