I was going to write something charming, wistful and slightly sentimental about a night out with the girls, and not comment on my martini headache. But dammit, that's what I get for drinking three completely different drinks with very little water in between. This morning when Matthew woke me up I thought my head was going to crack off my neck and roll off the pillow. Darn that sugary goodness they call a Hokie With No Headlight! Darn it to heck!!