Trouble and I outdid ourselves. 5 days. FIVE DAYS. 

Thursday
Started: 10pm
Drink: 1 fifth of Capt Morgan 

Friday
Woke up; 2pm. 
Drank again: 10pm. 
Drink: 1 fifth of Capt Morgan 

Saturday
Woke up: 10am. 
Drank again: 8pm. 
Drink: 1 fifth of Capt Morgan

Sunday: 
 woke up: 5 pm. 
 Swore off drinking ever again. 
Trouble notes that we were once able to be plastered off a pint each and we have now each been downing half of a fifth. Perhaps we ought to drink something else. Not to mention give ourselves a break. 
PartyBoy and Lucky decide this calls for a road trip. An early road trip. With alcohol. 
Trouble suggests what we really meant by 'not drinking tonight' was 'not drinking Capt Morgan tonight.' 
I agree.
Drank again: 8 pm. 
Drink: 1 pint Southern Comfort, 1 pint (and then some) vodka. 

Monday
woke up: 11 am
Swore to never drink vodka again. 
Drank again: 10 pm
Drinking: Hot Damn 100, Southern Comfort, Vodka 

Tuesday
woke up: 2pm. 
swore never to move from the bed again. 
Realized we couldn't quite manage solid food: 5pm 
Complained about how bored we were: 6 pm. 
Thought about drinking again: 8pm. 

Wed-Thursday 
 -The Hangover that Would Not Die.- 

Friday
 Trouble: Let's go, boys!
 Boys: ... 
Trouble: Come on! 
Me: Party!! 
Boys: ... 
Me: ... you must be joking. 
Boys: ... we, um,... there's stuff. To do. Yes. We must do it. Stuff. Lots of stuff. We really wish we could though but there's all that stuff... 
Trouble: Your shit is weak. 
Boys: NO REALLY LOOK STUFF! 
Me: Boys are weak. 
Trouble: Summer, wannagomoviewithme? 
Me: Trouble, you're the hottest date ever. 
Boys: Y'all suck. 
Us: No, YOU SUCK.

Saturday (aka tonight)
Trouble: Must. Drink. There is food in my alcohol system!! *sob* 
Me: Is it can be party tiemz naow? 
Boys: still.. can't... eat... food... 
Trouble: ... so, cards summer? 
Me: Oh yes. Cards. No drinking with cards. 
Boys: ... oh. that could be nice... 
Trouble: Pay no attention to the fridge brimming with beer, boys. No attention whatsoever. It's not even there. We promise. 


So we'll see how tonight turns out. In their defense, the boys really do have pretty good excuses this weekend, what with one having a broken jaw, another having to work nights, another having to go be a good part-time soldier, and one's sudden case of having a girlfriend. And then because all the rest of them are busy, Strider can't come because hanging out with two girls somehow might upset his delicate constitution. Or something.