Anyhoo. My lit teacher once said that weddings (and funerals, for that matter) are the laziest devices one can use to tell a story because they conveniently bring all the characters together. But it seriously is the best way to gather people to one place, whether by choice or by force. I saw some friends I hadn't seen in months, some I hadn't seen in about a year or two, and still others I hadn't seen since I stepped out of college. We easily wiped out the stash at the bar counter because from where I come from, my school is renowned for producing the best batch of drunkards. The bar just didn't stand a chance.
But we all rounded up to go home a little earlier than I expected. And so it was revealed that some just can't take that much alcohol anymore, some were driving back, some were bracing for grueling 2.5-hour road trips, and, surprisingly, some were already feeling pain. My excuse was that I had a flight to catch the following day. As I took a swig of a blue-colored beverage from one of the guys in the entourage (who marveled that the strong drink didn't make my eyes roll towards the back of my head), it dawned on me that we were all about 15 years away from the peak of our bingeing prowess.
But I know that my inherent ability to snort alcohol with a smile will never go away.
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