My night can be summarized in this song:
Not completely. We were at a Motel 6, designed by Ikea.
I drank far too many rums and Blue Sky colas. I didn't drink enough water.
The last thing I remember is being left by my good friend on the lawn. With my car back too. Man, they're awesome.
I woke up craving In N Out but made myself an egg white English muffin sandwich instead.
I'm hungover, and I didn't work out this morning. I got tons of sleep.
I'm piecing everything together and it all seems okay. I didn't hit or yell at anyone, and my shenanigans were minimal in comparison to other times.
And thankfully, I only do this once every 6 months.