A hangover is the wrath of grapes...

I wish every night was a night like this.

With friends like these...

And strangers like this...

Though when I am drunk I do wish that my friends wouldn't let me wear silly plastic glasses...

Or hold a knife to someones throat, in punishment for leaving me to clear up their sick...

Never fear, when having consumed so much alcohol that by morning, the memories are faded, blurry or forgotten... Lucy and Kit are around with a camera to capture every second...

Let the memories of our youth live on...