I've Hit Rock Bottom! I Played Beer Pong!
Somebody stop me now because my worst nightmare has come true. The other night, I found myself fully conscious and in charge of my actions, yet actually playing a game of Beer Pong at a local gay bar!
I always thought this was the trap door to rock bottom--that surely someone who went to an Ivy League school and studied the works of Jane Austen would rather hang himself in a closet in full drag before tossing ping pong balls into cups of beer on a pool table in public!
But there I was doing just that, and being a non drinker, I couldn't even enjoy the brew-skis awarded when my partner and I won each round. (And we did; imagine how bad the OTHER team was.)
And so, HE drank all the rewards and became more filled with Bud Lite than a keg in western Pennsylvania.
And I just stood there, horrified that this had become my new recreation--but kind of thrilled that we won bigtime!!
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