The first step is admitting that everyone has a problem...

click to enlarge I was out late at a party last night--so late that I actually watched the dawn break while coming home on the train. I found out that people do, in fact, ride the train at 5:40 in the morning on Sunday. They are not people that I ever want to meet again, however. I sat next to a woman who kept talking to someone--someone she could see but whom I could not see--about Doritos. It was an ardent debate, with my neighbor adopting the pro-Dorito platform. As I sat next to her, I began to hear a voice of my own, a voice that said “Next time, you should take a cab.” Anyway, party shenanigans got me thinking about hilarious and not so hilarious drunk people at parties...when you're talking to the keg and the keg's talking back, it's time to go to bed. I was probably one of those people last night, but at least I wasn’t talking to the lamp. I think.