April 13th, 2008

A Good Day

When my phone rang at 11:30 this morning, my first hungover thought was "Death to whatever infidel is calling me."

Luckily that's not how I responded.

It was one of the co-owners of the Vert Anglais who had decided to make a Sunday brunch for the staff. He had figured that without Rome Girl around I might be both hungover and eating poorly.

Let me tell you, this is what saints are made of. If you know one of your friends is hungover, offering him or her greasy brunch is the best thing you will ever do.

So, I ambled over and had fried eggs, bacon, sausage and really greasy French fries. And it made me feel 100 percent better.

Then, they set up Guitar Hero and six of my mates and I spent the next seven hours playing it in the bar.

It cleared away all of my head uglies and left me a happy man.

Now, I'm downloading the new Battlestar Galactica and just feeling really, really good about having really, really good friends.