“Vodka, vomit, victory”


A friend handed me a water bottle full of vodka, and I proceeded to wash the whole thing down within 20 minutes in front of new friends and a new crush. Predictably, I ended up vomiting in the hallway, the stairwell, and outside underneath a tree. My new crush held my hair back, and in the morning I woke up tucked into his bed while he slept on the floor.


Postscript: We dated for 2 years, he turned out to be a bit too sensitive. And whiny.

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