So, it was my birthday.  Everything was going well, the bottles were poppin’, the girls were dancing, and my memory was well on its way to blackout time.  It was just about 2am and the club was clearing out.  I had been sure to acquire a hot ride home (birthday booty!!) before becoming intoxicated.  We scooped up another girl on the way and headed out the door.  The “other girl” was on my nuts but I was convinced that I could score the mega-hottie that was driving me.  We get back her house, where I begin to try to put the moves on, putting on a movie, sharing a bottle of wine, and actually succeed in getting her into my bed.  But getting her in bed is all I got.  The next thing that I remember is her saying “I really should go” at 5-6am.  Turns out, I passed out next to her in bed while trying to reach 2nd base.  I spend the next ten minutes chasing her to her car, trying to convince her to stay. Here I am, outside my house at 6am begging her to stay for “just a few more hours” Sadly, all that’s left was me alone with my…HOLYHANGOVER