On Getting Drunk in Antarctica
When you spend nine months isolated in nonstop, freezing darkness, you run out of the good beer fast. There comes a point every summer where the hot weather starts to feel less like an opportunity for outdoor fun and more like a full-body rash that won't go away. New Yorkers are flocking to an ice …
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