Wine Nights

Expectation: All your friends will come over in their most comfortable clothes with their bottles of wine and delicious snacks and face masks, and you'll watch rom-coms until you all fall asleep in a wine-induced stupor.

Reality: You and your dog lounge on the couch watching Friends re-runs while you finish an entire bottle of wine and eat take-out until you fall asleep in a wine-induced stupor.

Happy Hour

Expectation: You and a few friends go out for a drink or two and dish about the latest gossip. Half-priced drinks and a good gossip session is in dire need!

Reality: You start off with one Bay Breeze, and the next thing you know, you're three glasses in and crying to your friends about your latest relationship issues as they sit and cry with you. You manage to get yourself into a cab, but the next morning, the events of the prior night hit you and sitting through 8 hours of work while trying to sort out the details of the evening is just not how you want to spend your day.

Parties

Expectation: It'll be a fun night of dancing, playing drinking games, and making memories that you'll (hopefully?) never forget.

Reality: Someone spilled beer all over your new top and all of the freshmen girls are sitting together taking selfies. You try to ignore how painfully dull this party actually is, but all of the liquor here is either gone or cheap PBR that won't even give you a buzz.

Dancing

Expectation: You've got the moves like Jagger.

Reality: ...You've got no moves, at all.

Girls Nights

Expectation: You and your girls go out for a round of drinks to catch up on the latest gossip in everyone's lives. You could use some good drinks and great company, reminiscing on past girls nights.

Reality: One of you can't hold your drinks, and another is no where to be found.

Waking Up the Next Morning

Expectation: After a great night out, you'll roll out of bed feeling refreshed (I mean, you slept until noon) and have a delicious breakfast with a big cup of coffee, pop an Advil just in case a headache comes on later in the day, and get ready for round two tonight.

Reality: Your head is pounding. Water is all the way over there. Every time you move a wave of nausea hits you. And to top it off, your neighbor is mowing his lawn right outside your bedroom. MAKE IT STOP. I'm never drinking again.

I'm never drinking again.

Expectation: After a wicked hangover that left you bedridden for almost the entire day, you vow to never drink again because this was pure hell to deal with.

Reality: ROUND TWO!