No Fit State

The equation was simple: six parties in one weekend. And I did it, mostly. How, you ask? I have stamina, that's how. But somewhere between the Cinco de Mayo/birthday tequila shot, the pineapple prop, and The Living Room, when a new friend turned to me and said, "You know, Toby, we should really get a drink together sometime when we're sober," I decided that next weekend, I'm only going to shoot for four.