Water, grilled cheese, advil are the three things I’d take to a tropical island open bar….
Any party-goer knows that the sure fire way to be ready to do jumping jacks on Sunday, is to eat a hardy meal after the bars on Saturday.
It was standing room only at Little Pete’s at 2AM. The wait staff are old pros at this game – serving fast greasy food w/ lots of ketchup. The crowd at the counter chats/ yells/ laughs with each other, then with strangers, then food is served and there is no talking, only chewing/gulping/swallowing.
They pay the bill, stumble past the pack of smokers at the door, grab a cab and go home with foggy memories of the dance floor and hopes to wake with a spring in their step when the sun rises.