I just wanted to report that I did, indeed, live through the night. Barely. I'll have some good highlights later, but first I definitely need to some things. Like take a shower and wash the green eyeliner off of my cheeks, since apparently it spent the night walking down my face which has resulted in a look I like to call "Irish Post-Apocalyptic Crackwhore." But, I'll be back later with a story or two.
*Extra special thanks go to Ex-Roomie for allowing me to wear one of her vintage Irish pins out to the bars last night (hers said "Irish Power"), and for allowing me to sleep it off on her couch last night. Well, last night, this morning, and into this afternoon.