We asked you to tell us about your thrisis to receive a copy of Your So Called Life by Andrea Lavinthal & Jessica Rozler. Lindsay, the ad sales team tells me that I’m not allowed to say that this is an official giveaway (because they want to pick official giveaway prizes) so I can’t be all “oh, a hungover winner is you!” but if I could, I would. Because your thrisis concern is excellent:

Last week a really close friend had some personal trauma. She really needed someone to talk to. It’s a girl that I’ve known since I was in middle school. So like any good friend, I stayed up all night on the phone, listening and trying to help the best I could. Since I was up, I figured that I might as well have a beer, or a couple, or ten. It was past 2:30am when I crawled into bed.

The next morning, I was a complete wreck. With a pounding headache and enormous bags under my eyes, I quickly showered and got ready. (Quickly because I was already running late.) I was so hungover that I actually had to leave work and go back to bed around 1. It was humiliating. But at the same time, I felt completely justified for staying up all night, helping my friend.

In college, I just would have skipped class. But skipping work isn’t nearly so easy. The whole thing just made me stop and say, “What the hell am I doing? I’m not a kid anymore! I can’t drink a 6 pack before bed and think I’ll be functioning at work the next day!” I felt like an immature idiot. Thankfully, my boss never even brought it up again. And I decided that there could be no more drinks on work nights, no matter who is having an emotional evening.

It may not sound like a huge deal, but it made me think a lot about being a grown up with grown up responsibilities. And how we handle these new responsibilities seems to be at the crux of every thrises I’ve ever had.