• The Alcohol Diaries: Raspberry Lemonade and Vodka

    I finished out my strange and wonderful year with the greatest group of friends I could have asked for. Maya was the one who got me through the year. We spent an obscene amount of time together and made what seems like a lifetime of memories. I’m writing this from her hometown, where I’m spending my precious two weeks of vacation this summer. Emma, another suitemate, completed the trio. She’s honest, outspoken, and willing to shoot the shit for hours, even in the middle of the night. She grew closer to Maya and I in our second semester and I couldn’t be more grateful she did. Nat was the seventh…

  • Rum and Coke / Vodka / Kahlua / White Wine

    I never imagined I’d find myself lost on the outskirts of Boston at 8 AM on a Saturday morning. I had gotten lost because I’d tried to walk home and veered off into the wrong direction. I’d tried to walk home because I was too nauseous to get on the train. I was too nauseous to get on the train because I’d been puking since 6 AM. I’d been puking since 6 AM because the night before I’d ingested two rum and Cokes, one vodka mixer, several glasses of Kahlua and half a bottle of white wine. I’m feeling a little puke-y just thinking about it. I’d arrived late to…

  • The Alcohol Diaries: Whiskey Sours

    We had a small bottle of Jack Daniels and a massive bottle of Jameson (it was St. Patty’s Day, after all). On Saturday night I mixed whiskey sours, which I still really like, despite what followed.   I’d started my first semester of college with five roommates and ended it with four. Tricia, whose tiny shoebox of a room had been right next to mine, transferred to another school after a chaotic couple of months. Although our replacement suitemate was perfectly nice (and caused significantly less drama), the “old suite dynamic”, as we called it, had breezed out of the city with Tricia the week before Christmas. Tricia and Carly,…

  • The Alcohol Diaries: Vodka in a Sprite Bottle

    My friends and I met Carlos at yet another frat party in Allston. Fraternity guys at parties usually fall into two camps: those who are creepy and those who are uninterested and unable to begin a conversation with girls they don’t know. Which is okay, as I too have trouble striking up conversations with people I’ve never met (and never really had any desire to meet) while bad rap music blares in the background and there’s nothing but warm beer to drink. But anyway, Carlos was different. He was comfortable, but not cocky. He dressed well and talked to us like it came naturally to him. He was a little…

  • Four Things To Never Do If You Get Pulled over

      Most of us have experienced this terrible situation. You are driving along, minding your own business, when, suddenly, the red lights of death flash in your rear view mirror, and your stomach slowly drops as you begin to feel a cold sweat dripping down your neck. Yes, you’re getting pulled over. Nobody enjoys getting pulled over, unless you have some weird fetish for men in uniform. (But, if that’s the case, you might be better off trying West Point…not your local police station.) It doesn’t really matter whether you’re in violation because of speeding, swerving across lanes, or driving while you’re hammered drunk. The fact is, you’re an awful…