Wild nights are wildly overrated.
And even party animals eventually get tired of the chaos.

Sure, getting white girl wasted on a Friday night seemed like a fun idea.
Right up until you threw up in someone’s vase. 
Not a vase, a vahz.

And it’s safe to say you spilled your guts in more ways than one. 
(Oops. So much for going no-contact with your ex.)

Let’s rewind, unwind, and take back the weekend. 
Party animal out. PJ party in.

At home, soaking solo in a sudsy bath, seltzer in hand.
Where the only binging you’re doing is catching up on your favorite show.

No regrets. No wild abandon.
Just chilled, delicious bliss.

Truly - Go mild