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10. Beer goggles are essential
9. So everyone is witty, pretty & sexy
8. Because I'm married with kids
7. Who needs a reason when it tastes so good?
6. Sober singles make Baby Jesus cry
5. Because I hate my roommate and being drunk helps me manage
4. Pick-up lines are more charming after a few drinks
3. Because I'm not single anymore
2. It's always Happy Hour somewhere in the world!
1. I drink more when I'm single because... it quiets the hurt... I can bring it to the gym in my water bottle... It makes staying in alone feel more sophisticated... I see my friends more often... it keeps me off the streets and in the gutter where I belong.
So, what's your worst dating/drinking combo?
Mine revolved around a bottle of Mad Dog 20/20, a skate park, and puking in front of Denny's Restaurant. What is it with Denny’s & me? Luckily, I was only 21 at the time, but I'm pretty sure I was old enough to know that Mango Lime MD shouldn't go down like fruit punch.
3.20.2008
Top Ten Reasons YOU Drink More When You're Single
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Boonsfarm Apple Wine + Jack Daniels = 3 Day Hangover, thus stranding me in ex-boyfriend's dorm room until I could recover enough to flee his tender nursing and pleas to get back together.
- Jayne Err
At university. My then girlfriend's 21st birthday. I drank half a pint of port, (it tasted like Ribena,) before we hit the town. Several pints later, I was worse for wear, yet kept drinking. A long walk home and packet of chips didn't help. Some very long conversations with a porcelain bowl did not appease the horrendous multi-day hangover, nor the multi-day unimpressed lass. Couldn't drink port again for years. Didn't make it to the 22nd birthday either.
I guess theres something about a nice wine glass filled with good red wine ,a little cheese & It. bread to make me happy I'm single
Why drink more? Tastes less. great filling. also, half the fun is letting people buy them. the other half the fun is what life would have been like if you hadn't chased a beer with petron followed by long island iced tea nightcap....
Some many tales so little time. A lesson I learned the hard way: never except a drink which lights on fire from your first date "friend." You then move to a tame vodka and cran and then you move to the bathroom floor. Good times.
Anything w/ -mister at the end of it followed by shots with "gold" flakes.
Ahhhh, memories.... Going to a "kegger" freshman year with my frat boyfriend who was in charge of the pledges that semester (a.k.a: "pledgemaster"), and me drinking all of those little bastards under the table (ping-pong table that is. It is also where I slept that night.). Man, I miss college : )
All I remember is that it involved Jungle Juice, a bathtub and dancing on a pool table at a frat house.....Good times!
Ms. Martini says:
Vodka and almost anything. I've stirred it into cranberry juice, tonic water, Italian Soda, sorbet, jello, pasta sauce, and just good ol' dependable ice. Sadly, I can no longer drink cheap well vodka as I did when I was in my twenties without getting a hangover.
A bottle of Jaegermeister with my girlfriends the night before my first day back at university....Jaeger HURTS!
lets see - there was the date where i drank a whole bottle of wine on my own and im small, over dinner because my date was quoting siddharta. i only stayed drunk because he had a hot roomate i wanted to meet
I find the long island ice tea covers all the bases.
your blind bastard is my new go to - thx!
Kamikaze toasts at my best friend's wedding. Somewhere between my Maid-of-Honor toast and the lambada line, the rest of the night somehow got erased from memory. However, what I don't remember was nicely captured by the videographers and apparently at one point the father of the bride pointed out to my boyfriend who was my date at the wedding, "hey, isn't that your girlfriend under that table kissing some guy?" I've never had a kamikaze (or any mixed cocktail) since and these days I stick only to wine, premium vodkas and total restraint in large crowds.
Any booze and my best friend's car. I think every time I rode in it, I ended up puking out the window. And no, I wasn't driving.
Katie, the Long Island Iced Teas make me see tiny leprechauns, in double.
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