Revelry

Stag party tomorrow. Even as I type this, a near-feral drunken Hamiltonian is approaching my flat, ready to knock down the door and liberally spray intoxicants all over the place. I'll have to hose him down and strap him to the couch to get some sleep, though it's to my understanding that he's undertaken special training which means he can rest half his brain at a time and keep the other half in a state of permanent inebriation.

I am ready. I have done my duties and I believe that the betrothed is going to have his socks knocked clean off. The rest of him will probably be fine, since I've been given orders to bring him back in one piece. Or at least the biggest piece that's left and no longer smouldering.