*DISCLAIMER* I get hammered with only the best of friends, who keep me safe and with them at all times. Even if we’re all sh*tfaced, there’s always someone playing parent and I’m always in good hands.
But with that said, I should now let you know that I tend to blackout.
Some of my favorite past times I’ll never remember.
When I enter this state of mind, somebody new takes over—a relentless creature far from her sober counterpart.
Typically, it starts with a beer immediately followed by a sober shot of Jameson, which leads to more beers, which leads to more Jameson.
It’s a viscous cycle that is my post-work shenanigans…