This summer, riding the high of an intoxicating spring semester, I decided to take a much-needed T-break. I stopped drinking, tossed out the substances stashed beneath my childhood bed, and committed to being the designated driver for boozy high-school reunions. But, as a reward for my sober pledge, I would allow myself one reprieve: my […]
I started my Yardfest day slinging back mimosas and Coronas bright and early. The goal was simple: pace myself so I could reach my peak—both drunk and high—at precisely 7 p.m., when Natasha Bedingfield would finally grace us with her beautiful British presence. Contrary to the title of this article, I had a plan, and […]
