And The Rest Of The Story Goes...

So after writing the three-letter-and-one punctuation-mark-post below, here's what happened.

You will note the time: 10.40am.

Dave and I had returned home at approximately 3am after drinking steadily -not constantly, but steadily, since 6pm.

At approximately 10.45am Dave and I left the house and proceeded to:

Subway to LES.
Eat Katz's pastrami on rye sandwiches, instantly filling us up.
Walk from Katz's to Washington Square.
Subway to Flatiron Building.
Walk to Chelsea Piers.
Lots of driving-range golf.
Half an hour of pool.
Walk back to Washington Square.
Ogle movie filming in progress.
Wine and extravagant dinner at Otto.
Taxi to Port Authority.
Ghetto Fabulous 90s trance remix-soundtracked bowling until 12.15am.

By which time I wasn't at all hungover any more.