After chugging a few cups of beer during our game, my body was feeling floaty and light as a feather. Jessie was chatting with one of her co-workers in the massive, state-of-the-art kitchen, and I decided I need to get some fresh air. I tapped her on the shoulder and gestured toward the set of French doors with my head to let her know I was going out. She spun around. “I’ll come with you.” “No, don’t worry about it. I’ll be fine,” I said and headed toward the cool, outside air. The music in the patio area was blaring and the ground seemed to be pulsing with the bass. I made my way through the groups of loud, drunken people and headed across the lawn. At the edge of the green grass, a white fence divided the backyard from a dirt track beyond. I stopped at the fence and looked out at the course that someone had clearly taken a long time to design. The fresh air felt nice, and I felt my head starting to clear immediately. I was still slightly lightheaded, but my buzz was at a nice level, a relaxing level. “You sure are good at sneaking off.
