10 days a week

The streak ended in a supernova this weekend. After 9 straight days of temerarious partying, an all-you-can-drink-wine-and-champagne bachelor party dinner on Saturday night at Cite topped off the bacchanal. Beforehand, two friends from the women's Princeton Training Center squad polished off an afternoon bottle of goldschlager with me, and then it was off the the races. 12 hours of bottomless champagne later, I was suprisingly one of the minority at the table with who did not see his $63.50 filet au poirve twice. (The mess in my bathroom SINK sunday morning proves my roommate cannot say the same.)