Ever had twenty-five Heights margaritas in one night? Bwog has, cumulatively. Kicking Bacchaweekend off right, the brave among us hit early happy hour last Thursday… and stayed there well into the next one. It was awkwardly empty, it was frighteningly crowded. It was strangely sober, it was blackout drunk. But most of all, it was […]
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