How does that work

16Jul06

I’m neither a heavy nor a frequent drinker. Maybe once every two or three months I give in to temptation and drink myself to the point where I’m unusually friendly. This weekend was one such occasion.

But somehow it ended up falling on the hottest day of the year. That’s understandable: complete luck (or lack thereof). Yet this is at least the third consecutive year that this tragedy has befallen me. So I spent the hottest day of the year hot, hung over and tired. Huzzah!

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