Waking up with your brain sloshing around skull and recalling the fucked up shit you did and said the night before is bad enough. Waking up in a pile of rubbish on your floor unable to recall what happened during the two hours that followed your drunk ass taking a nose dive through your gracious host’s CD collection and nearly putting your head through her window while naked feels much, much worse. I do remember having a fantastic time prior to my spectacular party foul, though I cannot attest to how the evening concluded. As I have a history of doing so, I apologize if I did or said anything that may have left a shit stain on an otherwise fantastic evening.