Binge Drinking: It's What's for Dinner!

There is one sentence that will assure a person a never ending night of binge drinking. C'mon, I know you know what I'm talking about. You're at home, you have work to do. When suddenly your roommate comes home. They are full of piss and vinegar ready to take on the falling sun of night. 

The only thing you want to do is work. You have had the mind set the entire day. Nothing will detour you from completing your mission. Minutes of endless heckling in your right ear followed by your left. C'mon. Dude, you always work. Just come out, it‘ll be fun. "We won't be out late". He tells you. But then you feel the secret weapon of words which your roommate is about to spring on you. You try to stay strong but there like a cute homeless puppy. 

How can you say No? The words spill out their mouth like a slow motion Sam Adams commercial where the guy catches the beer. "We'll just have one" You‘re caught defenseless. Because one beer really doesn't seem all that bad. You rationalize with yourself thinking- Yeah, one beer. I can do that. I've been working hard all day. Damnit I do deserve a beer! I'm entitled to a beer! It's a free country! I'm exercising my right of choice. My choice is to have a beer! You stand proud and posse with your hands on your hips as if you have just made a monumental decision that will forever change the future of others who may one day fall in the same dilemma. 

After your moment, you walk proud to the bar. repeating the words-" One beer, there is nothing wrong with one beer". You walk into the bar with confidence. You own that bar for that one beer. That bar is an Island. You and your roommate are the royalty. You both eye the crowd making eye contact with every beautiful person in the room, breaking them down with your confidence of drinking one beer. You order a pint of the good stuff. You tip the tender a little extra cause your on cloud nine of decision making.