I didn’t go to my own Ride the Tide in the spring of 2012. It was the weekend of the last cycling race of my high school career and of my senior prom (for which I was late, sunburned, and extremely unenthusiastic,
Have you ever had a Cosmopolitan? Or, more specifically, have you ever had a Cosmo too many? I definitely have. Livid nights of booze are scattered across my memory, indistinguishable from one another, which is to say I’ve blacked out my fair