Ah, to be young again. Waking up to the smell of bacon and eggs frying, pancakes on the griddle. That's when you realize you passed out in Denney's again. But really, if one has never awakened to a fresh morning and a beautiful sun rising over the curb, they have never lived. :drunkb: A full day Sunday spent in the prone position on the couch with a terrible case of the "oh Lordy's".
*snicker* Yeah I would have to agree with that assessment, Kiwi. I'm still looking for a set of keys to our old house that got lost during a night of "We survived combat so now we have to get stupidly drunk to celebrate" drinking. I really hope they changed the locks...