Tis a foggy morn. Expected to hear the big fog horn on the way in.
Sometimes when I read this thread in the AM, I feel like I walked into the morning after of a party.
Back in the day, my apartment used to be Party Central. I was usually the ring leader but it would sometimes happen where a crowd was getting fired up and I'd be plain tuckered out. I told them keep the music down, don't break anything, and just to lock up when they're done and I'd go to bed.
Every so often, there would be someone left sleeping on the couch/floor the next day. Guys I'd just bark at and tell them to get the hell out. Girls I'd awake gently and cook them breakfast. And see where things went from there. Carpe Diem :mhcky21: