A little reminder to myself:
Three drinks is about as fun as you’re going to get. That’s it. That’s the height of charming. That’s as cute as you’ll be.
Four drinks will probably be fine, but the problem with four is it makes you think five might be a good idea.
At five, you will think you are even more funny and charming than ever, but you will be mistaken. You will just be loud and cloying. You will begin telling stories you should probably keep to yourself. You’ll feel cute, but your hair will start doing something weird.
Six drinks is really just unnecessary.
Seven drinks is no good at all. Seven is questionable karaoke choices and even more questionable dance moves.
Let’s just not talk about eight.
The point is: Three is as fun as it’s going to get.
Why is this so hard to remember?