(Wow, last night was such a blur. I remember we started the pub crawl at the Tip Top as usual, then I think we had beers at Clancy’s, then we met a bunch of women at this loud disco and they tagged along with us to Tequila Braincell’s for shots, and then somebody yelled “We’re driving to Vegas!” and then I was in this chapel with an Elvis impersonator, and… Oh, no.)
I give it six weeks, Sharon H.