After a few hours of this you finally decide to leave, without a girl, and 20 dollars poorer.
Somehow you manage to stumble back into your dorm, make too much noise, possibly throw up, rip off your clothes, fall into bed, and then black out.
The next morning, if you haven’t slept through the nine am class you have and you actually woke up on time, you automatically regret every decision you made.
You stumble into the shower, probably still drunk from the night, change your clothes, and then head to class. Most of the time you realize half way there that you totally forgot about the paper you had to write for your class. And when you are sitting there listening to the teacher talk all you want to do is throw up or go back to bed.
The Wednesday you absolutely hates the Tuesday you, and honestly, you really can’t blame him.
Pints is one of those things where it is always a good idea, but in the end, it is never worth it.
