Even with all of these problems, I try to uphold the definition of classy. In other words, Audrey Hepburn. I like to think that if I stay classy and hold my head up high at all times, people will respect me more. Instead they just think I'm a stuck up bitch that can't have fun. But that all goes out the window the minute I start to drink.
Let me just go over what different types of alcohol do to me. Wine. Wine will be the death of me. It is definitely an everyday drink for me and in no way am I ashamed about it. To make a long story short, wine makes me emotional and I am not an emotional person to start off with so all my built up emotions start to spill out at once and it gets ugly. My first experience of wine emotion overload was Mifflin 2012 (Madison, WI's famous block party) I got to Madison around 2:00pm and for some reason I thought it would be ok to drink wine all day. By 7pm I was laying on my friend's bed bawling my eyes out about a boy. My number one subject to cry about. Needless to say, I just went to bed instead of crying and rallying. The best story I have behind wine emotion overload though, is how I became friends with one of my best friends. I have actually known Chelsea for a while. We went to middle and high school together but we were never close. Then we happened to move in together and still weren't that close. She is the study type while I'm the drinking type. But one particularly lonely night (for me) I drank two bottles of wine. We were bonding over our military boy troubles while I drank the first bottle of wine by myself. I should have stopped there. It wasn't even 10pm and I was hammered by myself. I then go upstairs to talk to my other roommate and she makes the mistakes of giving me another bottle of wine. I head back downstairs and we continue to bond over our boy problems, I'm probably crying by now and ready to pass out. Next thing I know, I am in my bead with a bowl and the spins. It was an interesting night to say the least.
Any dark liquor such as rum or whiskey and tequila will make me turn into one of the biggest bitches in the world. I just get mean and will start a fight with anyone. It is best to not give me these at any time. Vodka just makes me a better version of myself but I have had to much of it and the the thought of it makes me want to gag. Beer makes me burp and bloated but I'm from Wisconsin so I love it. Last but of course not least, straw-ber-ritas are in their own category. Straw-ber-ritas helped me meet my last fling but they also helped me miss lunch with my brother, whom I hadn't seen in over a year. Spring break will do that to you but that is a whole different post.
All in all, I like to drink. But what college student doesn't. I still have my priorities straight and know how to handle my life. (Most of the time) I just have to remember to show my inner Audrey at all times.
