(Picture: Getty)Spill it is the series where we get people to anonymously tell us about their drinking habits.
We’re talking to men and women from all over the UK – unless anyone volunteers from abroad in which case we’re going international – about how much they really drink.
Not how much they tell their doctor they drink, or a rough guesstimate, but the unvarnished boozy truth.
This week we’re hearing from Gabrielle (not her real name) who is a 22-year-old student, who lives in central London.
I had a heavy Thursday night so I don’t get up until around lunch time. I don’t have any lectures today so I watch Riverdale in bed and do some home beauty treatments (sheet mask, exfoliate, tan) to try to make myself look better.
Around 8PM I head out to dinner with some of my girlfriends. We share three bottles of Prosecco between six, then head to a bar down the road where we have a few rounds of tequila shots and a cocktail each.
Then my friends insist that we go out-out, so we go to a club. Someone gets at table so I’m just picking up whatever drinks are around, which I know is dangerous but usually works out fine.
I wake up around lunch time. I don’t have a hang over but I’m tired, so I spend a lot of the afternoon in bed watching TV. I live in a two bed apartment in Notting Hill. My sister technically lives here too but she spends most of her time at her boyfriend’s house.
Around 5PM my friends talk me into going to the pub in Fulham, so I get an Uber over. I’m not planning to drink much, so I start with a glass of Rose and then move on to vodka lime soda. Then I’m drunk so I just go with it, we do shots – I’m not sure how many.
Eventually we go back to someone’s house and everyone is doing lines. So much for good intentions.
Wake up feeling gross. I’m supposed to have yoga and brunch with friends but I can’t face it so I cancel, claiming I have cramps. Spend the day in bed watching Netflix and Whatsapping my friends about who they slept with last night.
Around 6pm I feel better so my sister and I go down to Westbourne Grove for dinner. We share a bottle of rose.
I want to have a healthy week so I go to a HIIT class on Monday morning at 11am which is super early for me. Then I head down to the library to try to work on an essay. My friends from my course are also there so we decide to go to lunch instead.
I’m home around 6pm, no work on my essay done but feeling happier than I did that morning.
Oversleep and miss my lecture. My sister isn’t working at the moment so we go to brunch and talk about our summer plans – she wants to go to Ibiza for the whole thing which I think is stupid.
In the afternoon I try to work on my essay but I can’t settle to it, every time I Google a paper I end up looking at Airbnbs for a girls weekend.
I go to yoga in the evening, down the road from my house, then make dinner for me and my sister and her boyfriend. They get an early night (gross) so I watch TV on the actual TV.
Hump day! I have class so I get an Uber over there, do my lecture and then go to the library. I get 500 words done of my essay and then message my friends to go to lunch. We spend the afternoon shopping and I spend way too much money on a new coat. It’s about to be spring, why do I need a coat?
In the evening I have some of my girlfriends over to my place to watch a movie. I order us Poke bowls because I don’t feel like cooking. We share two bottles of Rose between four.
The deadline for my essay is getting closer, I’m thinking about asking for an extension but I’ve done that twice and I think they’re getting suspicious. I spend some time Googling people who write essays for you, but it seems like you always get caught.
A guy I’m casually seeing asks me to the pub so I go over there about 9pm. They’re sitting outside because they all smoke and I am freezing so I do shots to try and get warm. We go back to his place around 11.30.
Really annoyed to wake up at his place – I had booked into a class and it’s non refundable. I get up and go home to shower because his house is gross.
This week has been way too drink-y so I decide to get a train back to my parents’ place in the country for the weekend to detox. They’re will be wine obviously but no drugs, no boys and no tequila.
Recommended NHS units: 14
Gabrielle drank: 29
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