My head hurts, my body temperature has increased by at least 2 degrees, my stomach feels like someone stuffed it with concrete and I have a scab on my earlobe " the origin of which escapes me.
But damn was that a good time.
You see, the coming of spring means my annual mancation, featuring days of heterosexual debauchery with the four people I consider my closest male friends.
Every year we choose a location and gather for days of drinking, Xbox, wrestling matches and above all else " long discussions about our feelings.
Read Jarid Shipley's complete column by picking up Thursday's Nevada Appeal or checking out his blog at www.nevadaappeal.com/partyofone.
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