When you let Drunk You™ run free.
Our drunk selves can have minds of their own.
You're a party animal, aren't you?
*drunkenly orders 100 chicken nuggets*
There is no greater high than the plans you never intended to keep getting cancelled.
"That escalated quickly."
Can you make it to midnight?
From sophistication to yelling at your ex boyfriend over text.
Forever the 3rd, 5th or even 7th wheel.
Don't be ashamed of your Friday night plans — be proud of them.
I have many.
Now we've got the night tube, we better use it.
We'll tell the story of *last* night.
Here's a super fast way to narrow it down.
You know it's the truth.
"Just one drink."
Finally! A free night to meet up with some friends and have a good time. But who are you gonna call?
Straight from work to working out.
No good stories begin with "I was changing his diaper..."
One bag, countless lifesavers.
"I am never happier than when something I'm supposed to do is cancelled".
There's nothing wrong with loving the club, OK?
Where are you going? Who’s going to be there? What's their Social Security number?
What fresh hell is this?
"My life is a constant battle of wanting to pet a dog but not wanting to talk to its owner".
This couple know your struggle.
That "stay in the house" game is strong.
Yes, I'm totally fine with NOT going out.
Can I leave yet?
Or are you somewhere in between?
Because 'introvert' and 'extrovert' never quite fit.
WHAT?!?! I CAN'T HEAR WHAT YOU'RE SAYING?!?!?!?
This week on Whine About It, a short video series where BuzzFeed writer Matt Bellassai gets drunk at work and complains. (Presented by BuzzFeed BFF.)
"Yes, please take my money so I can hang out in this noisy, sweaty room full of strangers."
Where are you going? Who's going to be there? Let me talk to their parents.
"You're invited" to a crazy, hot mess of an evening.
Turns out the drunk brain is a bitch.
"I'm ready, I'm ready!"
"To the fella over there with the hella good hair!" - shouts across bar
Should you party or stay in?
I'm READY...to get drunk.
You make yourself look like a queen, only to look like a sweaty pig two hours later.
When you go too hART on the weekend.
Who knew going out was JUST like being trapped in Hellraiser? Time to raise Hell, bbs.
Why anyone would go out when you could stay in.
Excuse me while I play out the worst-case scenario in my head.
Hold my hair, Cinderella.
No one can keep me warm at night like my electric blanket.