Come 7 p.m. tonight, I'm off to the Catskills for a weekend of hiking, boozing, campfire dancing, and ghost story telling. I can't wait to see the brilliant firecracker colors of the leaves and eat gooey s'mores. The drive up is equally fun: Let's just say singing "Party in the USA" and shotgunning beers at a random parking lot and/or taking whiskey shots at a local bar are sacred traditions.
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