I have discovered the right amount of alcohol I can drink without being too hung over the next day to function.

Went out to FrostBites last night for a colleague's going away party. Bought an expensive pizza for dinner, but got free drinks all night.

Had the presence of mind to get David to drive me home just after 11pm so I got to bed at a decent time. (David is far too nice to me.)

Scott, on the other hand, rocked in at 4:30am and was surprised that I was there at all ("aren't you supposed to be out drinking all night?") and then ate my pizza that I was going to eat for lunch today. Grr.

He has a new "rental" condition: I have to ensure he gets to work on time after a big night out.