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New Orleans
October 10, 2014
“Come on, Lila,” Trish said, a fellow student in my physical therapy program. “I know you don’t go out with us on the weekend at home, but we’re in New Orleans!”
“I have an eight a.m. panel,” I reminded her.
“So do I! Come down to the hotel bar with me. We can do Bourbon tomorrow.”
“Blah. I don’t know. I need to go over my presentation again.”
It was my first physical therapy conference, and I was set to present my research at a panel in the morning. I was both overly confident and nervous as hell. I knew that drinking wouldn’t help anything. I should look over my slides and call it a night.
“One drink,” Trish begged. “Your boyfriend can’t be mad about one drink.”
I laughed. “Ash doesn’t care if I drink.”
“Really?” She flopped down on the bed next
