This past weekend I stayed up until 2 am every night, had some 3 ounce drinks with friends, tried to get a cute girl to go to bed, and got puked on.
15 years ago, that description would have followed "I went to a few bars...", but now that description follows "I have a one month old...". The more things change, the more they stay the same.
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