Food and Alcohol

 

 

Pub Crawl - March / April 2008

Things have gone horribly wrong. I wake up in my best friend’s bed. It takes me a minute to realize why. The memory comes with a huge dehydration headache, but this time not so much from drinking. Justin and I had a horrible fight. Donesky. I had shown up at Seth’s at five in the morning bawling my head off...
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Pub Crawl - January / February 2008

For once I am not hung over on a Sunday. As winter closes in, it seems less and less like a good idea to get drunk. I don’t even really feel like drinking this morning. I shake Justin awake. “What up?” He blinks one eye at me...
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Pub Crawl - November / December 2007

I hate sleeping in my jeans. This is the first thought that runs through my mind, along with the piercing light of day. It's Sunday. I am blisteringly hung-over of course. Only one cure...
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Pub Crawl - September / October 2007

I am surprised that I hear my cell phone ringing over the pounding in my head. ADD (short for "A.D.D. Boy") is texting me. "Barnacle Bud’s in twenty." I find Justin sprawled out on the couch...