I see you've recovered from the birthday bash I had for you last night. No need to thank me. I used your credit card.
Ah, but I do thank you. And that does answer certain lingering questions...when one wakes up in a dumpster nekkid except for a purple tutu and a lampshade over one's head one does not tend to be overly inquisitive about the chorus girls and the tub of lime jello that appear as line items on one's credit card...
BTW, Dom Perignon '93 is sadly overrated and not worth the bucks. Sterno...now there's the ticket...