Blogging While Hungover: This Is What It Looks Like

Let’s file this one under: “I’m usually classy, I swear”. I got drunk last night with some of my fabulous high school friends (who I really do not see enough of). We chugged Grey Goose and Tropicana while sitting in a car in the parking lot of our favorite bubble tea place. Because the best post-chaser obviously involves boba balls.

So much for “never” drinking … After being on a three-year hiatus from habitual intake of alcohol, I’ve recently started getting tipsy again, and I gotta say, I still don’t love the taste (no, not even of wine) but as long I don’t wind up puking, it can be fun. Until this month, my consumption has been limited to champagne during special occasions and hard liquor the one or two times a year when I decide to go all out and get hammered. There’s almost no in-between: no wine with dinner or cocktails at brunch, no happy hours, no casual beers. I partied so hard in undergrad, but by the time I turned 21, I completely lost interest in booze and in going out.

Part of it is that I stopped finding college parties appealing because I realized I was a misanthrope who hated strangers. Then shortly thereafter, I started dating Patrick, who also drank very sparingly and had significantly older friends who’d gotten all that stuff out of their systems. My friends made fun of me for being such a homebody. But it’s true! I’ve never gotten into the bar or club scene as an adult, and I don’t go out in Boston. If I didn’t travel so frequently to New York, where bars seem to be a default meeting place, I’d probably never even touch beer. I’m That Girl who hangs out with her boyfriend on Saturday nights and walks the dog at 1am when most folks are running about in a drunken stupor. I’m That Cranky Person who lives near a huge stretch of bars and complains about it every weekend when drunk people make noise. But maybe I’m now old enough and far enough removed from my days of alcohol abuse that I can identify what is or is not an unhealthy habit. And since I’m a lightweight but don’t get Asian glow, it seems an awful shame that I don’t take full advantage when the opportunity comes up.

Still don’t dig the hangover, though.

(Yes, this shirt says “Deutschbag”, and yes, I travel with items from Patrick’s closet. I thought I was being oh-so-clever when I got this custom-made for him three years ago.)

This Is What A Hungover Feminist Looks Like

Chipper, right? Don’t be fooled. I was totally ready to collapse when this photo was taken yesterday in Williamsburg. That’s what happens when two non-drinkers decide to drink for no apparent reason, on a night when no one else is drinking or even outside because of the frigid cold.