Maybe somebody slipped something in your drink.
Do you recall, at some time during the evening, yelling, “Ole, Ole, Oh Lay me!”?
Do you recall petting a donkey and promising to phone the next day?
Just wondering.
As the saying goes, “You know you’re getting old when the morning after isn’t worth the night before.”
I’m slightly hung over this morning. Last night’s drunken debauchery was in celebration of turning in my senior thesis, though, so this is a hard-earned and worthwhile headache today.