To hangover or not to hangover, that was the question I pondered as I celebrated a belated b-day with my ladies in Vegas last Friday. Answer: hangover. Thank DOG for a late flight out.
The cake was very pretty but I never saw it again after these hot chicks (note cleavage) sang the bday song, which was too bad because when I finally went up to my room, I would've loved something to nosh on. That's Yiddish for eat.