That one night that ruins your whole week.

You know what really grinds my gears?

That one night that ruins your whole week. Ok, we have all been there. Its that night where you just have an epicly good time and you may not remember all of it. (A word to the wiser: do not mix jager, vodka and rum). Its that night that is so awesome it involves snow ball fights with hipsters on Bushwick roof tops at 3am. It is that night that makes you think Katy Perry's experience in Las Vegas was lame.

And then it sucks. Because you wake up the next day. You may wake up in a strangers bed or on the floor of your apartment. You may wake up on a pile of string cheese (yes, this was me this morning). And then you realize you have a throbing headache, your breath reeks of cheap vodka and you cant stand up. So you go back to sleep. This is just the beginning of the problems. You push of work, to-do's, emails, cleaning, etc,etc and it spills over in to your week, causing side effects of missed reading, embarrassing your self in class and all of that. Also, it completely screws up your sleep schedule causing you to doze off in class and at work. You will have to explain the various drunk texts you sent to people. And it all sucks.

I think this rant should be required to be placed on every single bottle of alcohol. Thanks to Diana Jacobson for getting me started on this kvetch.