Alcohol oils the gears to allow this fear to fade away, and I hate it. I want that oil without losing some awareness, or feeling like an exhausted mess the next day. (Image: Shutterstock)
The odd thing is that when I get drunk, I don't actually drink a lot — much to the hilarity of many people I know — because I'm pretty much a goner after one mixer or two. So my liver is fine, but the physical isn't the problem. The problem is the sheer burst of negativity that hits me as soon as I wake up from an awesome night out. I'll walk you through a day in the life of a drunken Stephie right now.