Things You Only Say After the Third Drink (and Regret Forever)

We’ve all been there! The music’s thumping, the chakna’s are flowing, and you’ve confidently declared that this vodka is barely hitting. Cut to three drinks later - you’re suddenly the philosopher, therapist, poet, or worse, truth bomb expert. And while the first two pegs bring the vibes, it’s that third drink where your mouth becomes the unfiltered reel of your worst decisions. Here’s a list of things you only say after the third drink and end up regretting before the hangover hits.

“I still have feelings for my ex.”

The classic. Nothing says self-sabotage quite like texting, or worse, calling your ex with a “just wanted to talk” vibe at 1:30 AM. You know it’s bad when even your drunk friends are trying to take your phone away. Pro tip: Just let the DJ remix your heartbreak, not your contact list.

“I can totally do a startup, yaar.”

You had a vodka soda and now you’re suddenly an angel investor? This is usually followed by pitches involving chai delivery drones or AI-powered astrologers. While ambition is sexy, slurring the words “seed funding” is not.

“Let me tell you what I really think about you.”

Cue the drama. Whether it’s appreciation or brutal honesty, the third drink unlocks a truth serum mode. Telling your friend Rohan he’s "actually not funny and nobody laughs at his jokes"? Might feel therapeutic. Will definitely require a damage-control brunch tomorrow.

“Why did we even break up?”

Ah, the throwback loop. This line usually pops up when your college gang is together, and the one that got away is still single. Nostalgia + alcohol = dangerously honest retrospection. Keep a friend on standby to change the playlist or bring the biryani as distraction.

“I should quit my job.”

Your boss didn't reply to one email and now you’re three drinks deep fantasizing about moving to the hills and opening a homestay. Romantic? Yes. Rational? Maybe wait till Monday. Or at least till the next salary credit.

“Let’s go on a Goa trip. I’m booking RIGHT NOW.”

Goa plans made under the influence are the ultimate Indian drinking cliché. You’ll open MakeMyTrip, check flight prices, and even create a WhatsApp group. And then… never talk about it again. Every. Single. Time.

“Bro/Sis, I love you yaar.”

Not the worst, but still peak third-drink behavior. You suddenly become everyone’s emotional support guru. Hugs happen. Tears might flow. You declare lifelong loyalty to people you only half-know from the party. It’s cute, till someone asks you to help them shift houses next weekend.

Summing Up

Third drinks are dangerous – not because they knock you out, but because they knock the filter off. From ex confessions to startup delusions, what feels like profound wisdom at night becomes tomorrow’s regret-over-chai. So next time you're reaching for that third glass, just remember: sometimes silence is more golden than whiskey.

And if not, at least turn off your phone.