“If you don’t leave right now, then I’m going to call the police,” she said. “How,” I thought, “Did we make it here?” After emerging from Ang Lee’s triumphant Taking Woodstock feeling like a wave of warm, beautiful energy, we decided to keep that glow alive. Fueled by wine and another intoxicant that shall remain unnamed, our night was meant to embrace the peace and oneness of comradeship. Unfortunately, wine and the nameless earth-born substance turned into shots of cheap rum and never-
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