Why don't we have a few friends over so I can drink five times my weight in cheap charles shaw wine and break stuff and be loud and obnoxious and wake up the next morning with my brain shriveled to the size of a walnut and not remember the details of, oh let's say, the last two hours of the evening?
Oh wait. That was last night.
I think.
(the boy is off getting me the ultimate hangover food...McDonald's fries)