So in the spirit of holiday cheer, Sam and I threw a party last Thursday. We thought it would be a simple, subdued affair to eat, drink and be merry. We thought wrong. Instead there was too much drinking, way too much merry, not enough eating and cops knocking on the door. Needless to say, the next day was spent cursing nature for not supplying us each with an extra liver because we clearly exceeded the limitations of the one provided. There was also the rather depressing realization that both of us still haven't learned the importance of moderation despite being what some would call "adults".
I managed a rather spectacular recovery by late afternoon, whereas Sam was still refusing to eat and drink anything for fear of upsetting the delicate balance he achieved. After I went out to dinner with my sister, I called Sam to see if there was anything he was willing to eat or drink at that point. Perrier. He could handle a little Perrier. Because I am a firm believer that you're really only paying for the silent 'r', I recommended club soda instead. Despite being in the throes of a hangover, Sam was ready for a little experiment and thought I should pick up both so we could do a blind taste test. I am happy to announce, you're just paying for silent 'r'. I am also happy to announce, club soda really does help a hangover.