The Soberest Drunk Girl at the Party
What began as a celebration of two people loving each other, devolved for me into an affront to my own unattached, unloved self. Even if I attended the event with a boyfriend, by the end of the night I would be drunk and angry with him: why weren’t we married, I would demand. If I attended alone, I made up for the lack of a date by making out with any number of single (and sometimes not so single) men, often waking up next to them the morning after, in the throes of a painful hangover. Having be