Lost Weekend

So here it is, another Sunday and me wondering where the whole weekend went. Things seem to go pretty quickly when you start drinking Friday at 9 in the morning. Like, you find out you're completely fucked up by 8pm. Especially after the ill-advised Dogfish Head 120 Minute IPA at Ashley's. Then there's the inevitable but too-late food binge at the Fleetwood, followed by the stumble home and the obligatory 12-hour sleep-off. Next morning/afternoon, it's the many hours of waiting for the headache to go away so you have the gumption to shower and get dressed. To go to a keg party.

Lather, rinse, repeat.