It's all coming back to me

You know when you wake up the day after a party and realize that no, you did not dream you snorted with laughter, many times, within ear- and eye-shot of several people you see every day at work? And that no, you did not dream you asked your friends, repeatedly, to ... I just can't finish that sentence.

Dear Lord. The snorting, the spanking, the unseemly inhalation of delicious pineapple upside-down cake ... what a night.

UPDATE: Oh my holy hell. I just retrieved my camera from the party house and discovered photos and a video of the activities mentioned above.

Also, if someone who was there last night would kindly tell me why two toes on my right foot are numb, I would be extremely grateful.