From Boys to Pizza: The Shifting Priorities of Adulthood

Saturday was National Margarita Day, and to celebrate, I got super, duper drunk.

And I’m disappointed with myself. Not for the drinking. But because I ordered a pizza at a friend’s house, ate only like a slice, and then LEFT THE PIZZA THERE.

I think it really shows a shift in my priorities, how the poor choices I’ve made when drinking have changed over the years:
Early 20s Christina: Oh no! I made out with that guy!
Late 20s Christina: Dammit, I forgot my pizza!
Leftover pizza, I wish I could quit you.