Back in the day, peer pressure was what got you to start drinking. Then you get a little bit older, and peer pressure is what keeps you drinking. You will be tired and beat from working earlier that day, but you’ll decide to go out a few drinks with a group. You don’t want to be the one who ducks out early or doesn’t keep up with everyone else. Each time you pay for a round and see your wad of cash disappearing, you want to be responsible and run away. But then someone will offer to buy you another round or chastise you for being a baby. So you stay, even though your liver and your brain are telling you to get the fuck out of there. Peer pressure is letting your drunk friend talk you into being as drunk as he is. Everyone is doing it, so you might as well too. Cheers.
Critically Rated at 8/17
People like to party and I like to partake. But bars can be expensive, so it’s essential to pregame in today’s economy. You’ll grab some booze and a few friends to pound a few drinks to get a nice buzz going before you hit up the town. Just make sure you pace yourself and don’t get too carried away, because there’s nothing worse than getting drunk too early. You’ll get sleepy and pass out, and you’ll hear stories about all the crazy shit that you missed for the next few weeks. They could be exaggerating, but you’ll never know because you were lame and passed out before leaving the house. It’s inevitable, it’s going to happen. I’m just glad I’m not still in college so I don’t get Sharpie all over my face when it happens to me.
Critically Rated at 7/17
Last night was a long night at work. Long, stressful, and aggravating. A few coworkers started suggesting that we go for a drink or two or seven after work and I was looking forward to it, believe me. I finally got out of work an hour after I thought I would be free and headed to the bar, already debating if I should start with a beer or a shot and deciding on both. As we approached the bar, we could see a group of people standing outside. Not a good sign. As we walked up to the door, we could see inside and there was not a seat or spot available. Motherfuckers. I really want a beer, but I’m not going to stand around for five minutes to order one, and I’m not gonna stand for another five while I drink it. And if I can’t sit down with my drink at my bar, I’m not going to go in. Booze is nice, but so is being comfortable.
Critically Rated at 3/17