Oooh, hangovers suck

So last night was quite the girls' night... Jill, Christina, Deanna, Julianne, Barb and I hit The Black Duck and went on a bit of a bender. Our night out was followed by a slumber party (sorry guys, there was no sweaty naked pillow fight, but if you'd all prefer we can SAY there was one and fabricate stories to tell you all about how erotic it was).
We have concluded we need to do these girls' benders more often; we just need to find a way to avoid the horrible headache the next day.

Here's the general idea of my night:

HOORAY!! for finger-waving, Sephiroth, Phosphofructokinase-1, Wicket the Ewok, curried lamb jokes, much hearty grog, Alcohol Dehydrogenase, pump-your-own-cheese nachos, 5cent candies, Jill squawking at me in her sleep and Grainfields.

BOO!! to icky leering men, simple arithmathic, the psychotic cab driver I was scolding for driving too fast, people getting hit by trains, all the air coming out of the mattress and next day headaches.