It all starts when one of your friends asks if you remember what happened last night.
At first, you’re just like:
But then you have this sinking feeling that things might have gotten out of control.
That’s when you notice the funny taste in your mouth…
And you realize you totally broke your diet last night.
You drank a little more than you should have.
Well, actually a lot more.
You made out with your best friend. You aren’t too sure why, but you definitely did it.
There’s no way you had your bitch face under control.
You might have gotten a little bit emotional at the bar.
You did dance moves that should never be done in public.
And you didn’t quite have your PDA under control.
You had a “drunk fall” at least once during the course of the evening.
You asked a guy to buy you a drink and then completely ignored him.
There’s no way you could have driven home.
So you used a pledge, an ex-boyfriend, or a friend-zoned guy to give you a ride.
And then you miiiiiight have accidentally had an adult sleepover with him.
You totally didn’t mean to do that.
Your ex’s name is at the top of your text list.
And you realize that you sent him, like, ten drunken snapchats.
That’s when you remember a conversation you had with his new girlfriend.
Which basically makes you want to give up on life.
You’re so embarrassed, you say you don’t remember anything that happened last night.
But let’s be real — you totally do.
And to be honest, you kind of loved being “that girl.”
Because you’re fabulous, so whatever.
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