It may surprise you that I had fun last night in spite of:
1.) Getting the world's largest burn blister. It popped this morning and it was the Old Faithful of Grossness;
2.) Not getting home until 1am. Why, oh why?! I'm 80!!!!
3.) Crumbling under peer pressure and eating salted black licorice. It has left a lingering ghost taste in my mouth that makes my face squirm up in revulsion. Even those who actually like black licorice agreed that it tasted like Satan's sweaty socks.