Write about making mistakes.
We learn this lesson in college but sometimes we slip up and do it anyway. (As I'm writing this, I am drinking a beer. It's my husband's birthday. Don't judge me!) Too often, we mix alcohol when we're out drinking. Let's use Friday, March 23, 2018 as an example.
My husband had the day off work so he wanted me to take him on a happy hour tour. Our first stop was Short North Food Hall, which was hella awesome. They had a happy hour called $5 Holla or some white nonsense like that, where you can get a Grey Goose or Patron drink for $5. We drank a couple cocktails there, I wasn't feeling that hungry so I didn't eat all my dinner.
That was mistake number one.
Next stop, we hit Bodega for one quick cocktail. We didn't stay very long because it was crowded as fuck and I'm too old to deal with that. Their happy hour deal was amazing though: $2 wells and $2 drafts. That's campus-level deals, bruh.
Then we went to Julep where we had two MORE cocktails and we rushed because we wanted to make sure we got them during happy hour; $3 wells are nothing to ignore obviously. I promise that college mentality of drinking cheap does NOT go away as you get older. It only worsens.
Then we met up with a friend at The Goat, which is right by our apartment. Here's where mistake number two happened for me: I chugged two glasses of wine. I was pretty much averaging 2 drinks an hour and I started mixing. I believe it was 8pm at this point?
After that, we made our way to Condado across the street where we ate a little bit of chips and queso and an ENTIRE PITCHER OF MARGARITAS. Mistake number three, obviously. I just kept right on mixing. At the time I thought to myself, "Oh! I'm eating food now so I'll be good!"
Drunk me is an idiot.
I also had to finish the pitcher off almost by myself because the two men I was with were giant WIMPS. Obviously, I didn't have to finish it by myself but at this point my college lizard brain took over.
Finally, we went our separate ways. My husband and I went home to hang out with the puppy and dance and sing and drink some more. Yes, guys. I drank another two glasses of wine.
MISTAKE! NUMBER! FOUR!
The next morning I woke up with the worst hangover of my 2018. And it was only the end of March. We got a long year to go.
Don't mix, kids.