Just One Drink

By thirty, we have poise, insight and experience. At this stage, we've learned our limits and discovered that making bad choices have consequences. We realize that crash diets really don't work; that we can actually say NO and enjoy it and we've been through enough to finally be able to spot the red flags.

Who knew that our wisdom didn't apply to our love for partying? You'd think that by the age of 30 we would have the experience behind us to know that one drink usually leads to two and that hitting the bars and guzzling back too many cocktails is directly linked with severe fogginess, throbbing temples, random flashbacks, couch potatoism and a strong declaration to never pick up another drink again.

We find ourselves painfully reliving this lesson, over and over again. Will we ever learn that we just can't handle it like we used to in our early twenties? Will we ever learn that it's okay to just have one drink?