I went out to this kid's dinner party on Friday at six. He served lots of wine and brandy, just with the dinner, and I got a lot drunker than I intended. Then I found out I had to get up at seven Saturday morning to catch a ride up to Pennsylvania to see my cousins, so I passed out as quickly as possible. I was still fucked, though. I'm really sorry that I didn't call you at nine like we planned. I have to treat you to some falafel now.