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I went to a keg party Friday night, and although I didn't plan on drinking much, I found myself faced with a large party of people, eight-five percent of whom were complete strangers to me. Honestly, until I found my confidence in a cup, I didn't have much fun at all. Speaking to drunk strangers when you're sober is not stimulating at all. After those first few drinks, however, I had a blast holding slurred conversations with "new" friends. One guy in particular caught my attention, since he had a noticeably physical and mental resemblance to Danny. More than any other "stranger" that night, I felt comfortable talking to him. Of course, testosterone eventually took over, and the party ended with fist fights and next door neighbors calling the police. Still, it was fun.