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Judging by the hangover I have today, my fuzzy recollection of being in an East Village club, my inability to remember how I got home, and waking up at 5 in the morning because I had passed out on my floor, I seem to have had a good time last night.

Alcohol tally (estimated): a couple of bottles of wine and a shot of tequila.

I picked up an extra umbrella at some point last night. I hope it didn't inconvenience the person I must have taken it from.

So as I said, last night was a blast. The boys were in good form; though I imagine the diners upstairs didn't much care to hear our rambunctiousness. The awards were handed out; both serious and ridiculous. I got the "most likely to take over for David Hasselhoff in the Disney production of Baywatch." I could explain that; I simply choose not to.

This was the first rugby party in ages that didn't feature public nudity of some sort. Maybe it's because we were in a semi-nice restaurant. Or we were on our best behaviour because the coach's wife and friends were there. Yeah, that's probably it. Well at least we had the bawdy songs.