I feel absolutely rotten today. Worst hangover I've had in some time, and that was with my patented hangover prevention strategy of eating, drinking plenty of fluids, and staying up until I felt less drunk.
Last night was supposed to be a quiet one, but I somehow ended up progressing from the roof party to shot-gunning beers at the local to going to the local foreigner bar to roaming the streets of the 1912 district until 4am.
Vaguely remember buying some Russian girl a rose, swing dancing with an Italian girl, and shouting Adventure Time quotes at a ginger girl.