Guess I have some 'splainin' to do.

OK, the sore ass thing (which is worse today, BTW). Sunday night I was officially "lamenting being one year closer to death" (i.e. celebrating my birthday) and the question everyone kept asking me was "are you drunk yet?" and then they would buy me another drink. I lost count, but what I recall drinking included a roughly quadruple gin & tonic a home just before leaving, a Guiness from Mike, a single g&t, and at least seven more double g&t's - for the mathematically impared that's no less than 20 oz. of booze. But like I said, it could have been more, I lost count. We got to the club around 9:30 and stayed until after 2:00 and I was never without a drink in my hand and slammed a least two of the double gin & tonics like they were shooters. Yeah, I was drunk. Not falling over drunk or anything ("the constitution of Rasputin"), but drunk nonetheless.

So anyway, the sore ass... at the end of the night Sandi, Daevina and others gave me birthday bumps. Basically I got spanked big time. Now it hurts and I have a big blue bruise on my right cheek.