Safety Reserves – we all have them. Perhaps you know them by a different name - backups, the one you love to drunk dial/text, the one who never really makes it to the top of your list and is always the first to fall to the back of the line, the one you wish you could like a little more but since you don’t not get along, can’t completely block out.
The last day of my freshman year of college was a blur. Went to class, took a final (passed?), signed up to donate money to the ASPCA, then went to work. But the last night of freshman year is crystal clear.
It happens to everyone: the inevitable drunk dial to your parents. I’d like to say it’s a freshman mistake, but like the aftereffects of Jungle Juice, it’s a problem that keeps coming up. Eventually Mom accepts that you’re a Thursday night binge drinker and Dad realizes all that Vitamin Water isn’t being consumed at the gym.
You know how they say death and taxes are the only two certainties in life? Well I think there's a third and it's the break-up. Everyone deals with one at some point and, in a nutshell, it blows chunks. It ain't easy and sometimes, when you're curled up in the fetal position with a puddle of melted ice cream next to your face, it feels as if the pain is never gonna go away.
There's so much I love about drinking: it helps me forget about stress and schoolwork, it makes everything that happens so much funnier, and it's fun to do outside when it's nice out. (...and inside when it's crappy out. And in the morning. And in the night. And on Mondays.) And those crappy Black Eyed Peas songs you usually can't stand? Total fist pumpers! Not to mention the hilarious piecing together that happens the morning after.
Well, when a week is already stressful enough, you know the last thing anyone needs is boy drama complicating things even more. And after hanging out with my ex last week, he's clearly been messing with my head. As much as a part of me would love to banish him completely out of my life, I don't know how soon that will happen. Instead, I spend my time thinking about him, about me, about what I want, about how annoyed I am that this is what I'm thinking about.
It's official: I've been 100% sober for a full two weeks! (I've even opted out of using mouthwash!) While that may not be such a big deal to some people out there (ahem, mean commenters, ahem), I am really, really proud of myself. Especially after the week I've had.
So it's been a week since I put down the bottle of Jack. And Ketel. And Captain's. And... well, everything. At first, it was easy. After chugging rum out of a flask last Friday night and inhaling two giant slices of pizza after a few too many margaritas on Saturday night, I was more than excited to stay away from the hooch for a little while.
Let's be honest: drinking is fun. So fun, in fact, you're probably nursing a hangover right now so you can get the party started again in a few short hours. Everything is just so much more exciting when you've got a couple vodka sodas in your (carb-loaded) belly. Songs are better. Food tastes better. The weirdo guys from your Poli Sci class look better.
Like any CollegeCandy girl, I am never far away from my cell phone. And if I'm not on my phone, I'm on my computer. And sometimes I'm on both at the same time. While watching TV. I'm a technology addict, but who isn't? Cell phones, wireless Internet and text messaging have made our lives so much easier to live. Except, of course, when it comes to dating.
It all happens so quickly. You are out a bar/party with your girls, looking amazing, because, honestly, what CollegeCandy girl doesn’t look amazing? You see him, he sees you and - boom - you start talking. Talking turns into flirting, flirting turns into so-bad-they're-cute pick up lines and soon he's buying you a drink.
Even though this month's Cosmo is all about the new year, it just included more of the same old: a feature on Girl-on-Top, a few pointers on how to get hot guys naked, and their annual Bedside Astrologer (!!). It also featured a two page lingerie spread with advice from the Victoria’s Secret Angels…then continued to reference VS like 6 more times throughout the issue.
We all know that texting while drunk is a horrible idea (can we say misspelled embarrassment, much?), just as much as drunk dialing. However, texting while doing other things can prove to be even more dangerous.