ahem. I am never the victim. I left the palace of Fletchmeister around 4:15am. Slept from 5am until 9am, went to softball game, promptly tore a calf muscle. Ahh sweet dehydration! Fletch rocks. And the man does indeed do work.
That sucks you tore your muscle! 4:15...I dunno how you do it!! Looking forward to seeing the pics-I am sure you took a ton! And I don't mean the ones BEFORE you went to the party...oy!