I’m a sucker for seersucker. TSM.

Saturday night being both the reason you can’t and the reason you must go to church on Sunday. TSM.

Glitter in your wine is basically goldschlager, right? TSM.

Seeing the world through rose-colored wine. TSM.

Knowing you’re the best, simply because every other sorority targets you during Penny Wars. TSM.

Referring to any non-alcoholic beverage as a chaser. TSM.

“Can you see my hangover through these sunglasses?” TSM.

Having a love/hate relationship with the people who were sober enough to remember what you did last night. TSM.

When he stays at your place, but you still get a shack shirt. TSM.