To my friends who know how to be happy with a few drinks,
You owe me a lot. You owe me for those nights where I should've been sleeping at one in the morning because I had a test the next day. You owe me for that shirt I let you borrow that I had to throw out because there was no way of salvaging it. You owe me for the bottles of water, capsules of Advil, plastic garbage bags, and paper towels that I had to give away during your times of need. I'll stop the list there, but I'll say it again: you owe me a lot.
I also have a lot for which to thank you. Thank you for keeping me up those nights when I had a test the next day. Thank you for ruining my shirt (it wasn't that cute anyway). Thank you for making me stock up on water, Advil, garbage bags and paper towels, because who can really have enough of those, right?
Thank you for giving us stories we can laugh about for days. I'll never forget the moments we spent together, laughing because you couldn't walk straight and happened to fall on your face, or crying because you texted that boy without thinking and he didn't answer. Or the times we ordered Domino's after midnight because you convinced me I couldn't live without cheesy bread, even though I lived to regret it as soon as I took my last bite.
Thank you for professing your love for me and our friendship, even though you might not remember it. I truly do realize how much I value our friendship during those moments. They make me realize how much I would do for you, and just how much you would do for me. I know that if the roles were reversed and you were listening to me tell you how much I care about and appreciate you, you would nod your head and go along with it, only to remind me of my proclamations the next morning.
Thank you for helping us make friends when someone walks in and asks if you're okay. I never knew how close you could become with a few strangers over the course of a night. Not only has this taught me how many people can fit inside of a bathroom stall, but it also made me realize how easy it is to find good-hearted people just a few doors down. Everyone's here for each other, and I'm here especially for you.
I can't always tell why you have had a few too many drinks. Sometimes, I can guess that it's because you've had a long week of classes, or you just submitted a paper you stayed up all night writing and want to celebrate. Or maybe you failed your midterm, and a few glasses of wine will help you forget about how you're going to have to explain to your parents why your GPA is drastically lower than it was last semester. I can even understand if there is no reason. All I can say is that I'll always be here for you, and I am extremely glad to know when you have made it to your bed after a night out.
Love,
Your caring friend who's glad you know how to be happy with a few drinks
