Hey Party People,

Gather round and grab a seat because I’ve got a story for you that’s guaranteed to make you laugh, cringe, and maybe even shed a tear or two. Picture this: it’s a Saturday night, the stars are shining, and my bestie and I are ready to paint the town red. Little did we know, we were in for a night of unforgettable drunken escapades.

It all started innocently enough. We hit up our favorite dive bar, belting out off-key renditions of our favorite karaoke tunes and downing shots like there was no tomorrow. The atmosphere was electric, the drinks were flowing, and we were on top of the world.

But as the night wore on and the alcohol continued to flow, things took a turn for the hilarious. Picture this: my bestie, bless her heart, decides that the bathroom line is just too long for her liking. So what does she do? She casually strolls over to the sink and, well, let’s just say nature called, and she answered in the most unconventional way possible. Cue my horrified laughter and the shocked looks of the other patrons.

Meanwhile, I’m over in the corner, attempting to hoover up the dance floor like I’m some sort of drunk cleaning machine. Spoiler alert: I’m not. But hey, who needs rhythm when you’ve got moves like mine?

After a few more rounds of drinks (and a failed attempt to flirt with the bartender), we decide it’s time to refuel with some late-night eats. And where else would we end up at 3 AM but our beloved Waffle House? Let me tell you, dear readers, there’s something magical about drunk munching on waffles and hash browns at the unholy hour of the night.

As we stumbled out of Waffle House in the early hours of the morning, bellies full and hearts lighter than air, I couldn’t help but marvel at the sheer absurdity of it all. Sure, we may have made fools of ourselves and pushed the boundaries of social decorum, but in that moment, none of it mattered. Because at the end of the day, all that truly matters is the bond between best friends and the memories we create together.

So here’s to drunken shenanigans, pee-filled sinks, and waffle-induced food comas. Here’s to living life to the fullest and making memories that will last a lifetime. And most importantly, here’s to the best friend who’s always down for a wild adventure, no matter how ridiculous it may be.

Cheers to us, my dear bestie. May our nights be filled with laughter, our hearts be filled with joy, and our bladders be kept far, far away from sinks.

Until next time,

A.L. Childers