The smoke that filled my lungs, and flowed freely in the air as it was shot out of the mouths of those who thought they could sing. My veins pumped alcohol and my eyes burned with passion. The tone deaf freshman that sang Dave Matthews and intended to hit every high note only broke the empty glasses of those with the empty pocketbooks. But as I looked across the table, I saw people that I have known for years, and people whom I had only just met but felt the same connection. A closeness that can only be tested by the many beers songs and mixed drinks, not to mention, once again, the high notes. Now, I am over the indulgence and I am quite well. We must do this again.
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What are you guys doing Saturday night?