Three days of partying take a toll on oneself. In my younger days, I could drink and stay up late and do it over again and again; now in my late-twenties, by day two I had to have power naps and pace myself. But it was all worth it- art shows, drunken conversations, bbq's, brunches, guitar hero, BYOB (bringing your own booze), wine club, after hour parties, loud ass snorers, deflating airbeds, "dance Tyler dance", sharing secrets, colored coded wrist bands, open bar, and many more things I can't recall...
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Our "younger" days; the time when sleep was a recommendation at best, parties were quotidian, booze flowed freely into our guts, and hangovers were just friendly reminders of all the fun we had the night before...
I guess now we's all growns up...
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