While up in the Bay Area for Christmas, I attended a party at the home of a few of my brother’s friends and eagerly attempted what I have come to consider the world’s most impossible task: initiating a satisfactory game of flip cup outside my bubble of ruggers. This was not the first time I had burdened myself with the responsibility of being the coolest kid at the party (which in this case unfortunately meant being “the intense girl who broke up a perfectly nice game of beer pong and ended up yelling at everyone”) with disappointing results, but I still managed to come away baffled by the ability of seemingly competent-at-life partygoers to so thoroughly ruin one of my favorite pastimes. 

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