I had a late night last night- more of a morning, really, involving Trivial Pursuit, pizza, card games, and lots and lots of wine. This morning (Editor's Note- OKAY, afternoon) as I was in the cab coming home from The Boy's house, the cab driver- an Armenian-looking guy in his 40's- looked pointedly at the red wine dribbles on the front of my white t-shirt.
"Rough night?" He asked. I nodded, not as embarrassed as you'd expect. He heaved an enormous sigh. "Yeah, me too."
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