By the time this happened, Roni and I had consumed two Allen Brothers filets mignon, two bottles of good red wine and a couple of beers, but still -- I cracked the bottle of Dom Perignon that a vendor had given me for Christmas, and Roni and I partied for a couple more hours. Needless to say, I slept on top of the covers, in my clothes, straight through my alarm, waking at 6:15 for a 6:45 car service pickup, requiring me to run around my apartment with speedy cartoon music playing, tossing random things into a suitcase and shouting "Roni, wake up! You have to leave RIGHT NOW! My car is going to be here any minute." I think I was still drunk when I got to Kennedy, but that's okay, since I slept the entire way to Los Angeles, no doubt wafting gusts of alcohol on the poor guy sitting next to me. Thank GOD for business class with its fluffy blankets, good pillows, and seats that recline (practically) all the way.
Go Steelers!
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