Feeling somewhat wretched...

I know I'm wayyyy past the point of being able to party all night, so I'm not entirely sure how I managed to find myself at the Horseshoe at 1am on a weeknight, yelling at people over a few pints and several decibels of funk-rock.... and then dragging myself to work the next day... oh wait, I know... you know who you are, you musicians.... all I need is a few musicians to tell me something will be cool, and I'm there, even if I feel like passing out...