One time I went to this party that was super packed.
Stupidly I had forgotten my ID, so I had to rely on men to buy me drinks all night. Has the party went on, the bar closed and they had there was no more water being sold. (Or in the building, it was this really shady and dingy warehouse that was in this random part of BK)It wasn’t a big deal at first, but eventually dehydration had caught up to me. So I sat down to take a break, and eventually started walking around.
One of my favourite thing to do at warehouse/big parties is search the floor for fallen goods.
You can find really good shit. Especially if you have a good combo of intoxication and club lights, you can get this slow-mo effect that’s perfect of scavenging.
Anyway, I was slowly scanning the floor for goods and found a FULL case of beer tucked away into a corner. I look around and nobody was claiming so went for it. It was 12 cans that were for some reason ICE COLD.
I inspected for a moment, realized they were unopened and began to literally down them. When I had about 2-3 cans, I started to distribute them to my homies and some random girls that looked like they were dying.
I have no idea how those cans stayed ice cold hours after the party had started. But I was thanking Buddha that night.
And that is basically how I forced myself to like beer.
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