It was supposed to be a fun night out with friends, but things got... complicated.
We had a few too many drinks, sang a few too many songs, and danced on the table... not just once, but thrice.
And now, as we're stumbling out into the harsh light of morning, we're faced with the daunting task of facing our reflections in the mirror.
Or, in our case, the slightly-less-daunting task of squinting through bloodshot eyes at the mirror, as our reflections stare back at us with a mixture of disgust and pity.
But fear not, dear reader, for we have a plan.
We'll grab some aspirin, some ice packs, and maybe a few of those little paper bags to puke into, and we'll face this day with a stiff upper lip and a healthy dose of sarcasm.
And that's the story of how we lost a weekend.
But don't worry, we'll be back to our old selves in no time... or not.
Or, let's be real, we'll probably just be hungover for a week.