9. I HAVE FRIENDS
As soon as I arrive home from school for summer break I spend the next three months filling my family members in on everything that happened to me throughout the year. I expect them to smile, laugh, cry, and sob at all the appropriate moments in a story and I can’t lie, I get very angry when they don’t. I cannot comprehend why my mom doesn’t find it hilarious that I woke up next to a homeless man one morning. Even my dog is walking out on my, “and one time at school…” stories when August arrives. So it’s always exciting to get back to school and be around the people that star in all my stories.

8. ALCOHOL IS TO GET DRUNK
One of the hardest parts of readjusting to home life is drinking alcohol in moderation. When I first came home my parents would offer me a glass of wine at dinner and I would chug it down and put my glass out for more. They told me I needed to learn moderation, I told them that they needed to learn that if they wanted to get buzzed before the first course they would have to sip a little faster. They suggested I might be an alcoholic, I suggested that they suck. I can’t wait to go back to school, drink wine from a box and take shots of what may or may not be rubbing alcohol and not get stared down for getting drunk before sunset.

7. NO PARENTS
I’m very old now and so its ludicrous for me to have any rules when I’m home. However that doesn’t stop my mother from playing twenty questions every time I go out or come home. How was it? Who was there? Does she like school? What did you drink? Did you buckle up? How much did you tip? Did you see anyone from high school? Really? She got that fat? I love being at school and stumbling home at 3 a.m and having no one care. I love waking up underneath the kitchen table and not having to give anyone a reason why. Read More »

Here at CC, we’re always looking for new and exciting ways to party. Especially when it comes to the 4th of July and alcoholic drinks associated with the holiday. The only thing is, one of your editors spent 25 years being completely unaware of the tepid, headache-inducing splendor that is Franzia. Below, she is schooled in the ways of celebrating with boxed beverages.

Recently I attended a faaaabulous champagne party.

Sure, the champagne was five bucks a bottle (Andre!) and most everyone was either making out or hugging the toilet, but I still felt quite classy in my white dress and uh, red Solo cup of champagne.

It got me to thinking about the wide world outside of beer. Which led me to discover the “world’s first canned wine.”

Thanks to a Buenos Aires distributor, Iron Wine is introducing this fabulous new twist on tipsy. Bottoms up!

Who wouldn’t love another fun way to drink wine? After all, repetitive Franzia rounds of slap the bag can fizzle the fun. Now you can shotgun the vino!

Unfortunately, despite the brag roll on the can that claims you can just crack open and chug-a-lug, I’ve heard it actually has a bit of a tinny taste if you don’t pour it into a glass. Read More »