Well, I was curious to see if I could still get drunk, since lately I've been struggling with that. Three beers, a rum and coke, an amaretto sour, and an AMF later, the answer is yes, sort of. Apparently I go from sober to puking now, skipping all the fun parts in between. Looks like overseas I'll be sticking to a couple drinks with dinner because I like them. Also, it works better when you eat at least once in the 36 hours before drinking. At least I can trust the boys to look out for me, even of I spend half the time looking out for them!
On a sadder note, counting down literal hours left in the US. I really don't wanna go. But it's not really real until we leave San Diego.
On a sadder note, counting down literal hours left in the US. I really don't wanna go. But it's not really real until we leave San Diego.
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