Sometimes you just need to let lose. Maybe you had a rough day, a shitty test grade, or a huge fight with BAE or Ex-bae.... Either way you need some Taylor Swift (don't care if you're a guy, sometimes we all needs some Taylor), some shots, and wonderful oblivion. And if your friends aren't there to get drunk with you...fuck em' they can drive your ass to Taco Bell later.
Do not be ashamed my lone solo drinker! We have all been there, and it looks a little something like this.
(P.S. If you are doing this daily thats when you start worrying.)
Solo drinking ALWAYS starts at a very unusual time, like in the morning or 3:51pm.
You beg your friends to rip shots with you but they have finals or soccer practice *eye roll*
After the first few shots you decide to hate them for the rest of the day.
Cry because you have to drink alone. As revenge, you get more drunk because logic.
You perk up, completely forget you were upset and with music blasting and half dressed, you dance around, bottle always firmly in your grasp, for constant slips exactly when the lyrics pause for a split second.
Cry about something that is totally irrelevant to the reason you started drinking in the first place, like not getting your Hogwarts letter.
Call someone you shouldn't, especially because then they will know you are drinking alone in the middle of the afternoon.
Your friends return and you are talking to the TV, a phone operator, or attempting to upload a blackout vlog.
Guilt friends (who you are no longer mad at) into taking you to Taco Bell.
Stuff your face. Its not pretty.
Pass out in the most bizarre position.
Wake up with a hangover just to realize your shitty day still isn't even over and your friends are all ready to go out for the night.
Feel no shame, because you had an awesome, soul searching (then forgetting) time!