I feel pity for Jazz once he encounters the hangover. *pats while trying to figure out the TF equivalent of orange juice* My first time on serious alcohol consumption? Only enough to get me tipsy, but talk about wanting to crawl and stay under the blankets the following morning after visiting the porcelain god. At least I was better off compared to a schoolmate who was so drunk that it took me and another guy to walk (read: carry) him downstairs to catch a cab.