OK, so it wasn’t quite as cool as partying on a tropical paradise island and then going diving on New Year’s Day, but I gotta admit: any night that ends with me sprawled out on the sidewalk in front of the bar in leather pants and a fur coat is a pretty good indicator that we had a hell of a time.
Now will somebody please bring me a new head?
May I recommend a 12-step program?
Ah yes, nothing like a good old-fashioned dose of anonymous judgement…