[photos from TheCobraSnake]
I am so over house parties.
This weekend marked my first foray into the world of bars, beer pitchers, and random men spending money on you since you look nice. It was a wonderful change of pace from basement parties where your shoes get ruined because of some mysterious liquid that has coated the ground (really - why is the floor always soaked? Beer spills? Melting ice sculptures? Vomit? *shudder shudder shudder GROSS*) where boys who are barely old enough to shave take any opportunity to grind up on you while you awkwardly search for a good enough reason to ditch him.
I still love little gatherings with my good friends, pregaming with a bottle of cheap wine, winning a few games of beer pong, but I feel like I'm ready to go to the next level of adulthood. And while the state doesn't quite agree with my level of maturity, I'm just over 3 months away from being totally legit so I don't think it's all that bad.
Where do you stand on this kind of socializing? Are you a PJ, popcorn, and a Gossip Girl marathon on a Friday night kind of girl? Keg stand queen? Designated Driver? Bar tender? Homework doer?