Sardinia

Just like girl scout camp, but with 

less s'mores

and more tables full of open beers ready to be topped off with rohypnol and handed out, 

less truth or dare 

and more never have I ever (never have I ever lost never have I ever so quickly), 

less singing songs in rounds,

and more going around the corner of the dodgiest bar in Europe and banging in the bleachers.

But just as always, waking up in a room full of girls, passed out in my clothes with dirt in my hair, ready to go home and be alone.