Can you help?
We've all been there.
I will, however, cop to walking my bike until I had burned off enough alcohol to actually ride it. It helps the walking, as I sort of not really recall ...
At least he wasn't driving when he learned this tough lesson.
My bra? Yes.
I'm a subway rider and there's nothing quite like the ride of shame.
Ahhh, so your name is Nancy.... ;-)
Those martinis at Locke Ober pack a punch. In a related story, something not to do while drunk in Boston: attempt to cross against the light at Park and Tremont during rush hour. Just no.