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Three's Company
Nauseauted, I gulp water down in two's and three's. My body doesn't deal well with a night of binge drinking, but for that matter, who's does? Lindsay, Nicole and I went out partying last night in our usual, pre-celebratory fashion to pay tribute to my graduation that's not until next week. Any excuse to get me out of the house and into a bar. Not to mention, both girls have new boyfriends they wanted me to evaluate for them.
It's amazing how alcohol changes you. Normally, I have trouble making small talk. Sober, I simply refuse to talk about pointless subjects, but give me a few beers, and it's amazing to hear the stream of banality that surges forth. Conversation seemed so easy. Both girls had picked some beautiful men and I did get to know them fairly well, although, autopiloting the conversation with alcohol wouldn't be my chosen method to do so.
I'd much rather be talking over dinner or lunch in the park with a bottle of lemonade, rather than in a bar over beers. Drinking alcohol in large quantities always results in the "I'm never drinking again" morning after. Memory loss isn't a great thing, either. Why don't we listen to our bodies?
Seeing as I'm still hung over and late for work, I should probably get my ass in gear. It would seem the only way to prevent hangovers is to stay drunk. Now, where did I put that bloody mary mix?
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