I'm not exactly a party pooper. It's just that I don't feel comfortable in a crowd of unfamiliar drunks. Office parties are fine, but they should be scheduled on weekends. Coming for a morning shift after a wild night on the dance floor, is hell - pure unadulterated hell. I thought of writing about something else, but both the mind and the body agree unequivocally against the very idea. The vodka still has a lot of wearing off to do.