It figures that I spend three days actually doing interesting stuff and by the time I drag myself home I’m too exhausted to try to explain any of it. That’s sort of the Blogger’s Paradox, isn’t it?
Apparently, being a bachelor involves a lot of drinking, staying out past last call, sleeping at other people’s houses, and being cheery and fully functional the next morning at eight.
In other news, riding around in a convertible does awesome things for my hair.
I remember the days of waking up on someone else’s couch after a long night of partying. Fun times. Nowadays after a long night of drinking I’m not cheery and fully functional for at least a week. And “long night” means I made it to midnight.