Yes. We've all been there a time or two - or many. It all starts off innocently enough. A few pre-game drinks at your friend's house to save some dollar bills on that ridiculous bar tab of red bull vodkas, or RBV. But then you and your friend are joined by Billy and his whole entourage. Then it's someone's cousin's 21st birthday. And you're toasting. Drinking. Someone busts out a game of flippy cup. Then there's that painstakingly cutie at the end of the bar that wants to buy you a shot of the finest alcohol around, jagermeister. And you're smitten. One shot becomes two. Before you know it, the bar is closing down, you haven't eaten anything except for bar nuts and a bite of a taco that someone decided to sneak into the bar. YUM.
10 am rolls around. Your neck is stiff, your body is cold and your face is pressed up against the cold, hard surface of the bathroom floor spooning the porcelin toilet, looking for love in all the wrong places. After you crack open one crusty eye, muster up the energy to wipe the drool that you've been sleeping in from the side of your face - you think to yourself, "I'm never doing that again. Ever. Well, maybe not until tonight."
That, my friends, is one of my favorite twenty-something girl poses. Classic.