I have found myself in quite the sticky situation.

A lot of us twentysomethings can probably understand the situation I’m about to recall. Due to the copious amounts of liquor that most of us consume during college and there after (when we’re finally legal), we often up the next morning with regrets I.E. Did I really say that? Did I really kiss him? Where is my bra? …etc.

Luckily, I wasn’t the one who woke up with regrets.

What do you do when you’re best friends with a couple — the girl and the guy are equally close to you — and one of them, oh, I don’t know, makes out with another person while you’re out together?!

Naturally, this put me in a bad situation. So, instead of running to their significant other, I texted a fourth party who is equally close with the two of us and asked her what. do. I. do?! The fourth party then inexplicably decided to go and tell “the significant other.”

Now, I told my good friend (who did the making out with a stranger) that if she didn’t tell her boy the next day, I would. She agreed and said she would tell him…unfortunately the news got to him before she could. Being that him and I are good friends, he called me the next morning to confirm the situation and I couldn’t lie when I received his phone call.  The truth is, I would have wanted him to do the same for me and I would have told her, had he been the one to mess up. She would have expected that from me and been devastated had I kept that information from her, had she found out later that I knew.

So tell me, if you’re best friends with a couple and you’re stuck in the middle of knowing information that could potentially really hurt your friends, WHAT WOULD YOU DO?

Keep it to yourself? Take the “Girl Power” role and stick with the girl? Or tell them the truth?

It’s about 8 AM on a Sunday and you’re half-awake, rolling over in bed to get comfortable again.

“Uhh, where am I? Sh*t, who is this guy? Where is my underwear?”

Another blacked-out night on the town. No shame, I’ve had my fair share, but from time to time I wonder if I had equal chances of waking up in a ditch in Jersey. As a former bartender (and current bar-hopper) I’ve gotten to know a lot of people and their drinking habits. As a result I picked up a lot of ways to keep the boozin’ under control.

There is obviously the option to watch the clock and literally make sure you don’t exceed your alotted dph (drinks per hour). 12 oz. of beer, 4 oz. of wine, and 1 oz. of 80 proof liquor all take about an hour for your body to metabolize, so you can go ahead and do the math on that versus how long you plan on drinking and how good you want to feel.

This won’t work at a party, but if you’re at a bar, do not open a tab. It’s a fabulous way to drink too much and blow more money than you intended. This is my personal downfall. I recommend using cash. You can bring a limited amount, forcing you to stop when it’s gone. Although, if you make the bartenders run your card every single time you buy a round, they might stop serving you anyway. Read More »

I ooze class when I’m wasted. And Saturday, class was just coming out of my pores. I went up to a friend’s house in Connecticut for her graduation party. The party started at two and of course there was the requisite family time. With only a few glasses of wine under my belt and a lot of delicious finger foods, family time was no problem. The problem began at around 5 when the high school friends arrived. When I couldn’t find a bottle of water, I figured beer was the next best thing. After a game of drunk bat (don’t ask) we proceeded to the after party. Thus began my demise.

When I was an undergrad, I guess getting incredibly shit-housed what somewhat acceptable. We all did it. It happened to everyone at some point (or at lots of points) during those four years. Unfortunately for me, I had to do it just one more time before I realized that getting frat party drunk should have been left behind when I left college. Read More »