Yesterday was my last day at work. Today is the sensible get-everything-done day of shopping and sorting things out.
So naturally the ONE DRINK that we went for last night became an unstoppable tide of beer. Our guy JC was over from the New York office telling his frankly appalling (i.e. excellent) tales of excess in super-secret celebrity parties.
So my sensible get-everything-done day started at noon when I woke up in a hotel room with absolutely no knowledge of where I was or how I'd got there. I am still fairly pished now (4pm).