Ahhhh 6th Street; that is where I found myself, accompanied by Matthew and Antonio, on Saturday night, after a delightful afternoon at the Hutt's graduation party and a dissapointing finish at Belmont. We arrived on said street at a stately 12:40 a.m. and proceeded to imbibe as much as possible before the closing. This required Cheers Shot Bar, where tequila, flamins, and a host of I don't remembers were thrown back in due course. Our bid to exit last out of Cheers successful, I next asked 2 very attractive women if they had a dispensable cigarette, to which they replied, "No. We don't smoke." I assured them that I did not engage either, and then systematically lowered my standards until I obtained one (the one cig per night/week/month policy is working wonderfully).

Once the longer than necessary time was spent finding the car, we arrived at Antonio's place where he promptly passed out. Not keen on ending the night on such a sour note Matthew and I seized his keys, a mini Heineken keg, our wits, and set out. We ended up at River Place Park where 7 years ago an innocent water tower was thrust into an intoxicated Timothy's line of sight, where he infamously proclaimed that "the moon sure is large tonight," as if the celestial orb adjusted its size with the changing of the day. Interestingly, it did appear lunarlike with scrutiny, however, the many extra thousands of miles in diameter or the unexplained, sudden proximity required should have been immediate suspect.

After definitively identifying the future of our country and the impossibility of a solution I dropped Matthew off and drove home, both of us to enjoy the comfort of our own beds, falling asleep about 6:30 a.m. I woke up at 10, drove to Matthew's and woke him up. We filled ourselves with Cammie Pontrello-made egg, cheese, and bacon bagels and were jarred to life by a loud text message that read "Car location, status, plan of action?" I reassured Antonio in a responsive text that his car was at the police station, totalled, and we were merely awaiting his bond money.

The remainder of the day was spent at the lake, at Jason's parent's house. It was magnificent, a perfect day for laking, sunning, drinking, swimming, jumping, and listening to classical music. I couldn't think of a better way to spend turning a hangover back into a pleasant drunken state.