This past weekend was absolutely ridorkulous: office meetings, hours of cooking, parties, lots of good food, lots of drinking, lots of roadtripping, and the surprising survival of everyone who attended all events
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There isn't an attraction. It just happens. It's not a goal. I don't know how I got that drunk that quickly, but of all places for that to happen, yeah, that was a safe place and time for it. There's not much you can do about it once you realize you've crossed the line from a good buzz to "oh, this won't be fun tomorrow" besides sit around and wait to sober up.
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