Eleven

Last night was spectacularly collegiate. I didn’t plan on it, but now I’ve had one last night of stupid, typical college-ness. These are rare for me and I just kind of stumbled in to this one. All the requirements were fulfilled: Vodka shots, black sweater, movie I’d seen 1000 times, Beirut, cheap beer, with people I’d never met before, pizza, walking in the rain, drunken whining, getting a hug from some random guy, having a difficult time operating my cell phone, giggling, smoking more and finally getting sick and passing out. Awesome!

At least I woke up without a hangover!

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