Bad decisions are can really sneak up on you, especially when there's alcohol involved.
One minute you're playing wiffleball, vanquishing your middle school gym class demons with not 1 but 2 home runs and the catch of a fly ball.
Next thing you know you're celebrating your 16-4 victory with your teammates at a cowboy-themed bar, playing flip-cup, and reuniting with a girl that you worked with 8-10 yrs ago at a swim club.
And before the night ends you have plans for a date with a 23-year-old paralegal from Moldova whose name you can't remember but whom you're pretty sure lives with his mom.
The next morning you wake up with an unhappy stomach and a flimsy hope that you incorrectly entered your number into his phone.
Oh, bad decisions, you get me every time!
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