Once upon a time, I could go on a weekend-long bender.
This Friday, I drank 4 Redheaded Sluts, was in bed by 3:30am (THREE-FREAKING-THIRTY PEOPLE!), woke up the next morning, and had to hug the porcelain.
I slept all day and night Saturday, and this is the first time I feel stable enough to venture out of the bed.
What has happened to me? Is it time to hang up my party hard card?