Drinking in College vs. Drinking in Adulthood

Literally what happens to me. Not okay!

It's time to address something that every person entering the real world needs to know: alcohol tolerance depletion.

I'm definitely not the first person to experience my alcohol tolerance decreasing after graduating from college, but  my tolerance has gotten so low to the point that it is absolutely ABSURD. Now, in school by no means was my tolerance high - I maxed out at about 6-8 drinks a night. Pretty low considering I would go out 4+ nights a week, but I made it work. (And saved a little money while I was at it!)

Post-college, however, is an entirely different story. I get INSANELY DRUNK after 1 beer. ONE, BEER. And I can't have more than 4 drinks in a night. I mean, my finances appreciate it, but it's sometimes a major struggle trying to milk one drink for a long time - it gets warm, there's spillage...basically it can be a disaster!

OH, and the hangovers. (I've actually had a recent talk about this with my 26-year-old cousin.) In school, you drink a lot and get obliterated one night, but then you wake up the next day and make it to class or to practice or to the library to study your brains out. It is an inconvenience during your day, but you get through it.

Now, hangovers are COMPLETELY DEBILITATING. That is partially why I have been stuck having movie marathons with myself on Sundays. I LITERALLY cannot get out of bed or do anything productive. And when that happens after having only 4 drinks MAX the night before, I have to question my existence as a human being.

How is this possible?!

<3, Charlotte

Places a baby doesn't belong: at a beer garden

This weekend, I went down to the Financial District (my first time there!) to Beekman Beer Garden. IT WAS SO MUCH FUN! Sure, the beers were a little pricy ($8 for Blue Moon is pretty steep in my own opinion. I'm not Rockefeller!) but the views were amazing. And I met a bunch of Kristy's friends - it's great to be meeting so many new people that live in NYC!

I was probably 1.5 beers deep (keep in mind, I get drunk VERY easily) when I look up and see the last thing I would ever imagine - a mother with her baby.

Yup, this is the kid. Looking right at me

Now, I'm not trying to tell anyone how to raise their kids. I'm 22 years old - I don't know SQUAT.

But I think I DO know that that is probably one of the worst parenting jobs I have ever seen! However, as a very sheltered child, I can say that that kid will probably grow up to be insanely cool. Kinda jealous.


Still don't know how I feel about it...

<3, Charlotte