Yep. It was one wild party at my house last night.
I was tired. Really tired. I did have that celebratory glass of wine. Then I put on my fuzzy jammie pants, curled up in a chair and turned on the TV. I found a Walton's marathon. I vegetated.
Then I went to bed early and slept the sleep of the unworried.
Good night, John-boy. Good night Mary Ellen. Good night...
I'm a dork.