I slept til 2 PM and that, even more than the champagne, has made me too stupid and out of it to think up entertaining titles. In fact, I’m thinking about lying down again, to be honest.
Before I go though, I’ll share the following with you:
Last night, at the bar, my friends and I found the only empty corner just fifteen minutes til midnight. We felt really lucky, until we realized that we were right near the bathroom. Also that the bathroom in the bar portion of a Mexican restaurant is NOT where you want to hang out. I swear that every single person who went in there left a little present behind.
Personally, I carry matches for just such an emergency. Sometimes, the bar poop is unavoidable, you know? But you need to do something to dissipate the smell. Otherwise, the last people to find a spot in the bar will wind up drinking your poop smell with their champagne.
Happy New Year, people! The poop jokes are free.