When I arrived late to pre-drinks during my first year at university, it seemed important to catch up to others’ level of inebriation before braving the cold of the line outside the club and the exorbitant alcohol prices charged inside it. So I free-poured a very tall shot of vodka in my friend’s college room.
Waking up the next morning, I had almost no memory of the night. I assumed I must have passed out during pre-drinks before my friends brought me back to my room.
