Do you ever get this feeling of, “OK, I haven’t had a drop of liquor in months but I feel soused to the eyeballs”?
Last night, N and I went out for a walk here in DC, and all of a sudden I saw a stream of people dressed in identical shirts with the Russian last name “Ovechkin” on them pass me by. The stream seemed endless because more and more Ovechkins kept joining it.
“Ovechkin” in Russian comes from the word “sheep”, and the steady stream of these identical people bearing the word ” sheep” in Russian on their backs made me feel completely drunk in the midst of long-term sobriety.
Of course, there was a perfectly reasonable explanation to the advent of the Ovechkins in Washington, DC but we arrived at it after feeling like we were losing our mental capacities.
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