My hangover cure is a double cheeseburger

After my own bit of drunken debauchery last night, which included doing the splits in the kitchen, putting on pointe shoes, and dancing with a vaccuum cleaner, I have come to this conclusion: It seems that I cannot get drunk (or consume alcohol, really) without drinking to incredible excess. I'll down vodka like it's water, but then it really hits later on. And apparently I get very uppity and '50s suburban housewife-ish. All this is the name of a "Come See Sparks's Newly Painted Apartment" Party. Pictures later.

But I will also say this: I make for a very entertaining drunk.