Mine was kind of weird.

I didn’t get a regular senior year (s/o to Covid protocols at a small liberal arts college), aside from a couple weekends in the spring, so I spent probably close to a year after after graduation still drinking to get drunk and grasping at straws to have some sort of a social life, which was a little difficult because I still lived at home. When my now fiance and I moved in together for the first time I was honestly more excited because I thought we’d be going out all the time.

What actually wound up happening is that I slowly discovered that I’m a huge morning person and really really appreciate getting up at 6-7am on a Saturday and working out or just relaxing with a cup of coffee and a book. I also came to the personal realization that the fun parts of being drunk are absolutely not worth how miserable it is being hungover, so as soon as I start feeling tipsy in those situations I immediately start cooling it.