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I was at a formal cocktail party last night, and ended up in a corner with a bunch of Princetonians wearing tuxedos. We were all drinking scotch and discussing law journal board elections. And then we looked at each other and were like, "What the hell are we doing? We can't talk to each other any more." We had to split up and flee to opposite sides of the party.
Of course, not before we managed to finish the bottle of scotch. And I polished off the last of the gin an hour later. Poor hostess had a dozen bottles of red wine that were barely touched as we all hit the hard stuff.
Of course, not before we managed to finish the bottle of scotch. And I polished off the last of the gin an hour later. Poor hostess had a dozen bottles of red wine that were barely touched as we all hit the hard stuff.
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