Hot, Single Days: Happy hour! Pitchers of beer, karaoke, flirting with strangers.
Housewife Days: Ooh, the Office is on! I might be able to knit an entire scarf tonight.
|Karaoke on St Pattys Day, circa 2004. |
That's right, it's light outside.
Hot, Single Days: Whatever I can get my hands on. The cheaper the better. Popov out of a half gallon.
Housewife Days: Orange dream martinis, but not too many--I might fall asleep during The Walking Dead.
Hot, Single Days: Dancing on tables, body shots, throwing up in bathrooms.
Housewife Days: Dancing in your chair, watching girls do body shots, then holding their hair back while they cry and throw up in the bathroom stall.
Now, don't get me wrong--I still enjoy a good bender now and again. I just have to make sure I get enough sleep the night before and drink three RedBulls first so I don't pass out in the middle of beer pong.