On being hungover.

Last night's Good Friday Steak Barbeque was a notorious success. It usually is. Unfortunately, the byproduct of this is my enormous hangover.

It was the usual mix of drunks and blasphemes, my favorite group. My steak was wonderful, marinated in Guinness, Jack Daniel's, curry powder, black pepper, fresh garlic and onion, cloves, cayenne powder, worchester sauce, steak sauce, and soy sauce. Yummy.

Now, I'm listening to silly 80's power ballads in preparation for making my friend a mix CD. This is what she asked for, so that's what she's getting. It's really fun, I'll admit, but how loud can one actually sing along to the song without waking up one's roommate? We'll see.