They Shoot Single People, Don’t They?

don't shoot us!

I’m kidding! They don’t shoot single people, just the annoying ones haha. Yes, this is another SATC episode title from awhile back, but I don’t remember what it was about, just thought it was catchy. (BTW, 4 more days!)

Listen, being single is great and all but I’m really tired of people who tell me “oh it’s way better to be single than to be tied down”. You know who those people usually turn out to be? One half of a couple. If it’s so great, why are you still attached? Leave the old ball and chain and come wreck the town with me then! Just kidding. I appreciate the random pep talks I get from my friends when I become a lost child and am unsure about what I want relationship-wise, but sometimes I just don’t need it. I don’t want to sound ungrateful, I know they care and want me to look on the bright side but sometimes I don’t need to look on the bright side. I’m bright enough. I just can’t shine 24/7 for everyone. Sometimes I just need somebody to bitch about shit with me. Then maybe whip out our stilettos and go for a drink. Or a spoon and dig into that ice cream and go on a DVD marathon. Or just break a sweat on a nice jog by the bay. You get the point.

I wouldn’t complain or be confused if I was really having the time of my (single) life. Sometimes I am. It’s exciting, it’s liberating, and it’s fresh. Sometimes it’s not all that fun. Sometimes it’s not all that anything. What’s wrong with me wanting some stability? Most of all, I just want to be inspired to bring out my sweet heart side. I don’t feel comfortable being really nice to someone all the time who I don’t feel will ever show me that side in themselves. Yes, it’s like a blinking contest but instead of blinking, it’s acts of kindness. Seriously, what kind of assholes are we that we have to wait for the other person to react first? Big assholes, I tell you.

Anywhoo, it’s almost summer, so thank goodness for that. I’d hate to sound like a pathetic whiny little girl, because this doesn’t consume my days… I just need to let it out from time to time and I’m so glad that I don’t have to deal with my frozen toes, the sun setting before 5pm, or static-prone winter clothing. New York, I think I’m likin’ you again 😉

In the end..I think everyone should have something or someone that brings a smile to their faces. For me, for now, it’s fun, isn’t that one obvious? Let’s have some fun, this beat is sick! I will not be riding any disco sticks, HUT! But I won’t judge you if you do 🙂


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“Are We Sluts?”


There’s 23 more days to go until SATC 2 comes out! So of course I go on my little Sex And The City DVD marathon. I don’t remember precisely which episode it was, but it was one of the catchier titles of the show.

So to get on topic, what makes a girl a slut? Is it the number of people she slept with? Is it how she went out about it? Is it what she did during sex? Is it why she had sex? Is it who she had sex with? This topic comes up more frequently than some people might realize or care to admit. Not that most women will admit to their slutness (yes, slutness as opposed to sluttiness, which is the tendency to be a slut but slutness is just straight out being a slut. I won’t take credit for this term, but I haven’t heard anyone use it in that context, yet).

I for one, am not in denial and I can honestly say I am far from having the keys to the slut kingdom. Despite many rumors and misconceptions about me, I have not been around town. My number is 3. Not the made-up three that some girls supposedly say when they don’t count anal/blow jobs/drunken one night stands/regrettable hit-it-and-quit-its, (btw, I don’t judge my friends, from the virgins to the nymphos, I got love for you all, just spare me the explicit details) but a real deal 3. Who knows? Maybe that number will change by the end of the month/season/year but that’s what it is for now. But some how, people have once believed (or maybe they still do?) that I was bed hopping left and right. Oh, the stories I have about the shit that went around about me, they just make my nonslutty blood boil! I’ve shed tears about it, actually that’s how much they hurt me because they appeared out of nowhere. Now I can understand if I was caught in a compromising position, but nothing like that ever happened. The rumors literally appeared out of thin air…thin, LYING air.

The summer of 2007 was a fun, fun year but it was also laced with a lot of bullshit. Namely, the Slut Tales of Rebecca Chan. Yes, this Rebecca Chan.

*Slut Tale#1:
Author: Ray/Repo

I didn’t find out he (falsely) told everyone this ridiculous rumor that I slept with Predator until over a year after he spread this malicious, disgusting rumor. He insisted that he saw us making out somewhere at a party somewhere and then that “making out” story turned into straight out banging. Well that’s just clue numero uno that this is nothing more than a made-up story. I didn’t even realize his/our friends took this rumor seriously until I noticed them mentioning it frequently with a lot of gusto. I finally questioned them and they said that they really believed this rumor. You know why? because I “didn’t defend myself properly” when they brought it up to me. WHAT? All I said was “no, that never happened” and laughed it off. BECAUSE I THOUGHT IT WAS A JOKE! Why would I waste my breath defending myself against something that A) did not happen! and B) I didn’t know people actually took it seriously. Well that incident happened years ago but man, that just got me so angry and hurt, I couldn’t believe the guys I hung out so closely with during that summer really believed such a thing. Just the mere mention of it can piss me off, even til this day.

Author: Unknown, but most likely an SJU troublemaker

This one just got me confused because I’ve barely had any social interaction with the boy I supposedly slept with. Hell, I don’t even remember bumping into him at school! Well this was also during the summer of 2007 (oh, what a summer!) but again, I was one of the last to find out, despite the rumor containing my name. It was in the middle of my arguments with Albert that he yelled out something along the lines of, “You slept with Slash?! [insert expletive]”. At that time I had no idea what the hell a “slash” was and Albert provided no help in further explaining his exclamation. Then I sat and thought about it, and I realized what he said…this “slash” was a person…it was his fraternity nickname and apparently I had slept with him. Someone who was my little brother’s age, someone who I barely know, and someone who I’m sure barely knows me. See why I was more confused by this one than mad or offended? As mad as I was at the Predator rumor, at least people who believe it were probably those who’ve seen us say hello to each other at parties or some other social event..but with this kid, seriously I can probably count the number of times I’ve seen him in person on one hand. I then asked Slash himself (oh the wonders of facebook) and he also replied with confusion on how this ridiculous rumor started, which made me extra confused because he heard it months before I did. Damnit, why am I always the last to hear about rumors that involve me?

Author: Kam

This is a tie-in with Slut Tale#1. Out of all the guy friends I was hanging out with during that summer, I was closest to Kam, and I confided in him about how hurt I felt about the horrible rumors about me and why anyone would ever believe them. Instead of comfort and support, Kam told me even he believed them because..get this..I WAS BLONDE. (Not Barbie-blonde, but I had light brown hair with blonde highlights for an extended period of time). I was blonde, and was out partying a lot. Well listen up you real sluts! You better darken up those tresses before you want to hit the town because you will be found out and everybody will know how big of a slut you are!

Woah..this blog was actually going to be about the double standards that women have to face about sex but then I just carried away with ranting about my own business. I think I’ll just save the original intended material for a later time.

So this is the end of the Slut Tales Saga. There are probably more that escape my memory, and I would not be surprised if there were a handful more that I have yet to hear about (maybe summer 2010 will be my lucky year). I’m not bitching and whining because I’m still horribly bitter or anything. In fact, I am still friends with with the “authors” and I love those guys, and I’m sure after 3 years or so of knowing me, they know they had it all wrong in the beginning. I will say though, that it has made me a much more guarded person than I was at 22. Since then, I’ve gone back to my brunette roots and toned it down on the partying (and hanging around too many frat boys). After all, it’s healther for my hair, liver, and sanity, respectively. 😉

P.S. Today is my mother’s birthday. I love how I thought of THIS title today, of all days haha. Happy Birthday Mama!

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Couldn’t think of a an appropriate picture to put in the heading and I’m not in the mood to be all crafty today, I just want to get it off my chest.

Anyway, my weekend was interesting, to say the least. It started out well, had dinner with my buddy Phil and then met up with my bff Ceci later on for drinks. We bumped into Phil’s 2 other friends at this bar and sat, ate, and drank for another hour or so. I’m not entirely sure how much Phil drank but he didn’t seem too be doing well, to say the least. I was actually pretty alarmed, I usually don’t see guys react the way he did to alcohol, and on top of that I rarely see him drunk anyway, so I didn’t know if this was normal for him. One of his friends commented that it was probably do to Phil’s insane new diet/lifestyle that was affecting his tolerance, I won’t disagree with that.

While the two guys went to party, Ceci and I (with drunk Phil in tow) decided to call it a night and cabbed it back to Ceci’s place in Queens. In between that time, we got out of our first cab after a few avenues because Phil felt sick and went to puke. He also walked upstairs to a condo and puked in their little garden. The doorman was not amused but I kind of was, haha. Since we were a block away from Ceci’s store, we walked there to use the bathroom. We then hailed another cab and went on our merry way. Phil kept apologizing every other minute and to be completely honest, Ceci and I were not mad at him at all. Thank goodness he wasn’t one of those big, heavy, messy ass drunks (AHEM, I will never forget how drunk Ray got at our first loft party in college. Let’s just say it was NOT fun being puked on by a guy significantly taller than me since his mouth is above my head, and the elevator decided to stop working so we had to lug his ass down 8 or 9 flights of stairs) because it made maneuvering him much easier. We really did have fun for those few hours, it was a laid back night and he really did not have anything to apologize for or being embarassed about. Shit happens! However, we got enough of his apologizing, giving slurred directions to the cabbie, and insistence on paying for our cab ride that I told him to just shut up and go to sleep. Well he did eventually shut up and go to sleep but not before he told me that I was ugly and no man would ever touch me. I know that was just the drunkness speaking but that really stung. However, it didn’t hit me too hard at the moment so it was easy to brush off, plus it’s a waste of time to talk reason to a drunk person who’s half way passed out in the back of a cab.

Come next morning, Phil was back to being himself, in fact, he was on his way to the gym at like, 8:30 AM or something. I met up with him a bit later and got an OK workout. I’ve become a lazy gym-goer, I haven’t gotten my “workout groove” back but I need to whip myself back into shape for beach season! I was feeling particularly ugly that morning (and I was hungry) so I decided to bring up Phil’s comments from the night before…and give him HELL for it like the bratty little bitch that I am. Seriously, I am such a biotch and a half when it comes to confronting people, I try to control myself but I can’t stop that snowball from collecting more bitchy snow once it starts rolling down that bitchy mountain. I need limits. Anyway, he has no recollection of saying such things and apologized profusely. I kept giving him a hard time, half because I really was offended but half of it was because I was somewhat amused and wanted him to feel bad. See? I told you I was a bitch. Anyway, workout ended, we got some food, and all through the meal it was somewhat awkward because Phil was hanging his head in shame and/or defeat because I found something wrong/insulting with anything that came out of his mouth. We finished eating, he kept apologizing, and I kept being a bitch. I ended up driving home and ready to relax at home.

I got home but I didn’t relax. The more I thought about it, the more angry I got at his comments. Then something just snapped and I started crying. I was crying so much I just ended up falling asleep. What the fuck was wrong with me, you may wonder? I’m not entirely sure. I do tend to get kind of lonely and depressed when I’m alone at home, but I am very sensitive about my appearance and I know, I KNOW that I used to be ugly. Even though I do feel that my appearance has improved over the years, I know full well that it didn’t happen without deliberate effort so I’m no “natural beauty” just to let you know. It also reminded me of the times Albert used to tell me I was ugly, or at least “too ugly to be dating him” and those words have always haunted me through the years. Needless to say, that sting never never went away and it reared it’s ugly head again in the back of a cab from the mouth of one of my friends, who has, for the most part always had nicer things to say towards the way I looked.

Ceci, who went to work that morning, told me that Phil dropped by her store with a card and lunch for her as an act of apology/thank you for getting drunk and having us take care of him. Although I do think that was an extremely considerate and nice gesture, I was a bit let down that he did not seem to have a sincere intention to do anything for me, someone who is a closer friend and someone he insulted. I texted him and told him he was an asshole and his response is what is still puzzling me..I deleted the text out of frustration but he responded something with the likeness of his tendency to sabotage relationships when he feels like he’s getting closer to someone. Do you have a “wtf?” face on right now? Because I STILL have my “wtf?” face on right now. I have no clue what to make of that but for some reason I wasn’t compelled to ask him to explain further at that moment. Yes, I’m an emotional sloth, apparently. I was perplexed, but most of all, very, very hurt and disappointed. For what felt like the first time since I’ve known him, I had no clue what he was saying. He has always been a straight forward, no bullshit beat around the bush kind of guy and me being the smartass that I am, thought I had him all figured out. Well obviously I don’t because I am still vexed over his comment. Seeing the negative side to everything, I immediately felt like he was trying to tell me that he was tired of seeing my face so frequently. He had mentioned a couple of times that we’ve been seeing each other quite a lot over a short period of time. While I had no problem with that, maybe he did. Well, could’ve fooled me, because he was the one that would invite me to hang out. Maybe he didn’t want me to be part of his little inner circle, maybe he thought we were getting too close for comfort for a guy and a girl who weren’t dating, maybe he’s in a secret relationship and felt guilty about hanging out with one of his female friends too much, who the hell knows? I wish I knew. But I felt like I was being broken up with or something. I was really sad, and started to cry again. Wow, when I cry, I just don’t stop, do I?

I had trouble sleeping, because there was still so much I wanted to say and so much I wanted to ask him, but I had a feeling I wouldn’t be satisfied by anything he had to say, plus he really wasn’t making any effort to further apologize to me, so maybe he was finally fed up with my bitchy self.

This morning, Ceci called me in the morning to ask how I was feeling. She knew how hurt and preoccupied about my insecure thoughts about Phil’s “ugly” comments and wanted to make sure I wasn’t still driving myself mad over them. The thing is, I didn’t feel better. I felt worse. I thought about how big of a bitch I was to someone who was sincerely sorry for what he had no recollection of saying but I not only refused to accept his apology, I just kept being a huge bitch about it. It wasn’t only this, I felt guilty about realizing what a great friend he was to me, and how crappy I was to him. To be fair to myself, I did start acting much kinder to him, and treating him like a true friend, because that’s what he is to me. I did all that I could to busy myself on this lazy Sunday so I wouldn’t feel like such crap…I think I even got a slight sunburn from walking to 8th Avenue and back without SPF (how DARE I?).

It’s 7:35 PM right now and I still feel like crap. This is the first time I felt like I couldn’t approach Phil about something, because I think this is the first time I really got this mad at him and was such a huge bitch about, which he didn’t deserve. For some reason, I feel like things won’t be the same between us, and that saddens me. I want to call him and talk things over but for some reason, I just don’t think it will be resolved. Once that awkwardness/tension exists, it’s hard to erase. I ruined my own weekend because I have no verbal filter sometimes. I wish we could immediately clear the air, hug, slap each other on the back and continue to be OK again. For all I know, he may no longer even be thinking about this issue, so maybe I should stop already. I just can’t help it, I feel terrible about my behavior. My friends are some of the most important people in my life and it just sucks that I let my temper disfigure our relationship. And that, is precisely why I feel very ugly on the inside right now.

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Asian-Americans + Youtube = good entertainment.

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Although I do wish for more of my fellow Asian-Americans to break into mainstream entertainment, there are several individuals out there who are making a name for themselves on Youtube. They’re already really popular but hopefully this will spread the word even more for these talented and entertaining Youtubers. In no particular order:

*Michelle Phan
If you don’t know her by now, she’s one of the most well known, if not the most well known makeup gurus on Youtube. Most of her tutorials involve a ton of makeup and million steps but she has some pretty good tips and results. She even scored a gig as the online makeup consultant for Lancome. She’s very creative and crafty, she has “normal, everyday” makeup looks as well as some more out there ones. Here’s one of my favorites, her Lady Gaga Bad Romance inspired look. It’s at 5+ million hits and counting.

*WongFuProductions which consists of Phil, Ted, and Wes. I’m particularly fond of this group because I’ve first heard of them when I was either a senior in high school or freshman in college. Back when they didn’t even have a Youtube channel. It was when that whole Asian guys doing video parodies of pop songs craze started. After leaving college, they stopped with the pop songs and started their own filming company I think? Something like that. They expanded to shorts, music videos, college campus tours, and many, many other activities. They feature a lot of other young, up-and-coming Asian-Americans musicians and entertainers so I really admire them for what they are doing. Here’e an oldie but goodie, it’s a longer comedic short about the whole Asian Girl with White Guys phenomenon, appropriately entitled, Yellow Fever. Enjoy! I know I did.

*KevJumba as well as his click-to-fundraise channel, JumbaFund. I stumbled across his name because he was featured in a comedic short with WongFu. Turns out, he’s one funny kid. I think it’s amazing that his popularity grew when he was just a high schooler, and with very little special effects or cgi or whatever they do on computers. It was just him ranting about Asian stereotypes in front of his webcam and with some random amateurish sound effects thrown in. Then BAM! He gets over 2 million hits on his very first video. Impressive. He’s funny, he makes good points, and his dad is also hilarious. I haven’t followed his channel for too long but it was odd to watch his old videos and his current ones on the same day because you realize how much he’s grown/matured but his facial expressions remain the same, which is great. Laugh with him! His fundraising channel is also a great way for him to raise money using his popularity, for a good cause, can’t say no to that. Those videos are also very entertaining to watch.

*CommunityChannel. Also another Youtuber I discovered via WongFu’s videos. She’s Asian-Australian to be exact, and she’s one funny chick. Her name is Natalie, btw. She has short comedic videos and she has a good sense of humor. It’s very refreshing to see a girl be funny, dorky, and self-deprecating for once. I don’t know, are most Asian girls just not funny or are just too scared to show their funny side? I’m all for acting feminine and serene, but one can’t be dainty 24/7 that is just boring! Check her out, you’ll have a good chuckle.

*Legaci. I’ve only started watching them on Youtube, but I like them. I heard of them through one of Justin Bieber’s videos. (Yes, I like his music and think he’s quite adorable, no shame in admitting that! Although I don’t have Bieber-fever…maybe just a cold). I’m no music expert but they seem to have great sound equipment that also emphasizes their smooth vocals. Ear candy, anyone?

*Jay Park. You may wonder..why the hell does this kid have 3+ million hits on a cover he sings/raps while in his bathroom? It’s not that it’s an amazing, mind-blowing cover (although it is quite nice, and his rewritten rap lyrics are kind of clever)’s because he lifts up his shirt and shows his abs somewhere in the video. HAHA just kidding. No really, he does lift up his shirt but that’s not the main point. Turns out he’s ex-leader of a K-Pop boyband, 2PM (yes, I googled, and yes, they also have bangin bodies, but they are all too young…boohoo!). Apparently his departure from the group was (and still is, I think?) a huge controversy and now he’s back home in the states. Obviously he’s extremely popular, judging by the hits he gets and the comments by everyone. Well…welcome back to the U.S. of A, boy!

Before anybody starts thinking I’m some Youtube addict (I guess I sort of am..I prefer Youtube over Facebook now), I just wanted to spread the word on some of the Youtube channels and users that I liked. I follow others, but I just wanted to shine a light on my fellow brethren today, lol. They’re well-known already, but anything to help expand their popularity, I’m all for it.

Happy Friday! Our summer-like weather luck has run cold, literally. Mother Nature, you tease us so bad.

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Meat, it’s what’s for dinner.

So my 30 days of pledging to be vegetarian is over! No, Ceci didn’t wear a chicken costume or stand in front of my house holding an “Eat Me” sign, I’m not that cruel. A lot of people asked me why I was taking such a pledge..well “asking” would be putting it politely…certain people decided  to interrogate me and then proceeded to ridicule me before I had a chance to explain my reasons for the month of vegetarianism.

Reason #1: FREE WILL. Because I CAN.

Reason #2: I consumed too much junk over the holidays and wanted a different approach to getting healthier and ridding my body of those toxins so I decided that going vegetarian for a month might be good for me. I think I should’ve given up a different type of toxin instead, that would’ve been much smarter (refer to previous post)

Reason #3: I don’t eat much meat anyways, so I figure, if I had to cut something out of my diet, I’d rather forfeit the animal carcass than say, baked goods. Don’t you dare take away my chewy chocolate chip cookies or blondie brownies!

How did I do? I did quite well, thank you. Verdict: I would not make a good vegetarian. I’d make a craptastic vegan, while we’re at it.

I didn’t crave any meat until the last week of the pledge. I started dreaming about Bonchon chicken. That’s when I knew it was quitting time and I couldn’t go an extra day without meat. My brother asked me what my first “meat product” was and sadly I could only say it was a slice of ham from Costco with my morning egg sandwich lol. Oh well, I made up for it by having a char siew bao (roast pork bun) the next day from Mei Li Wah.

Back to the reason why I started this entry. It’s mainly to vent about the people who did not support me through this but those who made me feel like an idiot for doing so. I don’t understand why people make a huge fuss over one person deciding not to eat meat for a month. Well that just means there’s more meat for you to beast out on, doesn’t it? I’m not depriving you of anything, so use that mouth to eat your damn food instead of criticizing me. I wasn’t being self righteous or PETA-ing out on anybody. In fact, none of my reasons for going veg had to do with animal rights at all. I won’t lie, I really didn’t give the animals a second thought. It’s called the circle of life, so eating an animal is not cruel. Is anybody going to shoot red paintballs at bears, sharks, tigers, etc that eat a person? NO. But, I’m being a hypocrite here. My point was, people have many reasons why they choose what they eat (or don’t eat) and they should not be criticized for it. I expected my hen-pecking mother to bitch about it (surprisingly, she did it less than I thought and she was actually somewhat supportive) but to my disappointment, my own peers were the ones that gave me an earful. It wasn’t all bad though, I did have a handful of people that really did support me or were understanding of what I wanted to do.

On a happier (and more delicious) note, it feels good to just eat whatever I want now, but it was a fun challenge to limit myself on something, it really made me learn more about the food an how it effected my body (I barely got any stomachaches during the month). This “food freedom” only lasted a week before I found out I had an abscess in the back of my throat that hurt like hell and was sick because of a viral infection of my pharynx. Yippee! There goes my spicy food for the week. So much for attempting to preserve my health.

Well, the semester is quickly coming to an end, I’m on my spring break but it’s 40 degrees outside and dropping. I’ve got a few things to look forward to, so all is not lost. I need a job though, because my spending is ridiculous. I get high off shopping, sometimes I feel my pupils dilating and my heart racing. What an expensive yet pretty drug, haha.

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I Don’t Brush My Teeth With A Bottle Of Jack.

...but I do!

..and I don’t like drinking that shit either.
This post is inspired by Kam briefly calling me “RebecKe$ha”, KevJumba’s hilarious vlog/skit, and my drunken fiasco at Hiroagain.

I think I’ve been to Hiro about 5 times and out of those times, I’ve gotten severely drunk 3 of those times. And by “severely drunk” I mean puking my brains out and hungover until 7pm the next day. The last time I got drunk (Black Friday aka Becky’s BlackOut Friday), I lost about 6lbs in water weight overnight and somehow kept it off for 3 weeks without working out or watching my diet. Not the best diet out there, my friends.

This past Saturday was just as much a pukefest, but I wasn’t as “messy” seeing that I did not puke in anybody’s car and I do remember getting up calmly and walking/running to the bathroom. I had to force myself to throw up and that was not a lovely experience I’d like to relive. I remember sticking my fingers so deep into my throat that I felt my epiglottis, something I never had to do before. The culprit this time around? My low tolerance as usual, and vodka. I also (jokingly) blame Alan for his liquor pushing but all in all, I should’ve just known when to say no and run away.

I’m really upset at myself for getting drunk because I know I cannot drink, and not only that, I actually highly dislike the taste of alcohol, even mixed drinks so I have no idea why I oblige to such a shitty ritual such as binge drinking. Come to think of it, I didn’t even drink enough to have it considered “binge drinking” I just can’t handle my liquor! Not only did I get a killer hangover the next day and night, I couldn’t even muster up the energy to hang out with the lovely ladies that came up from DC/MD/VA. Alcohol, you ruin my life.

With that said, my brother was right…every time one gets shitfaced, they vow “never to drink again” but it happens just a few months later. I sincerely hope that I will never, ever get drunk again but that’s not a guarantee. I’m just glad my friends were gracious enough to deal with my drunkass and took wonderful care of me. 🙂

Oh, the irony..before the night officially stated, I even told Phobia that “I’m scared of going to Hiro because I always get crazy drunk there by accident”. Next time, I will just avoid Hiro and hopefully liquor altogether.

Avoid liquor? Near impossible. I was briefly talking to Lisa about this and the subject started to annoy me. Although I’m grateful for my fun crazy friends who know how to have a great time, sometimes I wish alcohol wasn’t such a huge part of the “great time”. Or at least nobody would notice that I like plain old water and then proceed to tease me about it. Yes, 25 and peer pressured? That sounds ridiculous, right? Not just doesn’t want to be a buzzkill or rude by turning down a friend’s offer for a drink. But then in the end, I only have myself (my liver and my low tolerance) to blame.

Hopefully, the next time the “DMV” girls come to town, I’ll be sober enough to hang out with them the entire weekend. They are a fun bunch who can actually hold their own in drinking, unlike yours truly. However, I will wait until they come up again because I am honestly way too scared to sentence my liver to its premature death by going down to them because alcohol flows like water outside of NYC.

I’m not even looking forward to brunch cocktails anymore, just pass the Eggs Benedict and waffles, thank you.

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