My Birkenstocks, pony tail and sun-freckled skin didn’t really go with the decor I imagined. But I can never resist an adventure and the sleazy elite who invited me offered a different kind of danger from the coyotes or bears I might encounter on the trail.
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The first time I got drunk and threw up was the first time I was abroad: I was in Prague, and I was 17. I lied and told the people I was with that I had been drunk before, but I hadn’t and I overdid it. I very clearly remember puking, and thinking to myself, “Well, this is stupid.”