Yesterday we decided to get drunk and then destroy a huge lock box in Geoff's backyard. So we played a 'the office' drinking game to start off, which is ridiculous by the way. You have to drink for pretty much everything that happens, so it's a shitfest. But yea, so we're swaggering in the backyard, hammers in hand, and we realize that the box isn't even locked. We found a snowboard and two rafts! After a hearty night of partying (beerpong at my house, a WTF party, and some french guy who slept on our couch), i woke up this morning to a pleasant surprise: i wasn't hungover! The gatorade i had demolished the night before had saved me. It was kinda weird how I could feel the alcohol and the gatorade at the same time. It was as if the alcohol was trying to kill me, but the gatorade was actively intervening. What im trying to say is that i was fine, but i could literally feel the alcohol trying to fuck me up. Whatever. SO YEA we took the rafts out and had a mini floatopia. it was awesome. and we capsized, which was really funny. Right now we're going to have a bbq in the front yard. awesome. but i gotta read some bio first.
i know it sounds like i drink alot, and i guess i am currently, but really drinking isnt that much fun. i'll slow down when i get a chance. i dont like waking up sick..
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Enough about the raptures of alcohol. What about you being a bird whisperer?
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