Worst Hangover EVER.

No, this entry is not about the aftermath of Super Bowl XL, when I walked in the snow from South Side to Oakland to Shadyside and still made it to work on time, but at one point woke up under my desk, unsure of where I was.

Nor is it about last Thanksgiving, when I got waaay too drunk at Robbo's dad's Thanksgiving celebration, shared a cigarette with his stepmother in the driveway, somehow managed to get my shoes off to pass out in their spare bedroom and spent the bulk of the next morning vomiting uncontrollably. (I know, I'm definitely the kind of girl you want to take home to meet your parents.)

Instead, this entry is about this story, courtesy of Reuters:

PATNA, India - Villagers at a wedding in eastern India decided the groom had arrived too drunk to get married, and so the bride married the groom's more sober brother instead, police said Monday.
"The groom was drunk and had reportedly misbehaved with guests when the bride's family and local villagers chased him away," Madho Singh, a senior police officer told Reuters after Sunday's marriage in a village in Bihar state's Arwal district.
The younger brother readily agreed to take the groom's place beside the teenage bride at her family's invitation, witnesses said.
"The groom apologized for his behavior, but has been crying that word will spread and he will never get a bride again," Singh said by phone.


I know this will probably be viewed from our contemporary American standpoint of "Oh-em-gee, how could you ever marry someone you like, didn't totally, absolutely, like, love? And like, how come he wasn't upset about losing this bride? He like, only cared about future brides! They're culture is so TOTALLY messed up. Seriously."

But no. I'm amused. That's goddamn funny. And this is my blog, so you're at my mercy. Ha!

Just be glad that I didn't write the entry I'd been planning to, which would have included these lines:
"Dear Steve Young,

I really used to be in love with you. I love football, but I'd particularly watch ESPN's Sunday Countdown just to look at the crinkles next to your eyes.
AND THEN YOU HAD TO GO AND GET BOTOX OR A FACELIFT OR SOMETHING, AND YOU LOOK LIKE HELL AND I DON'T LOVE YOU ANYMORE. Plus your Brady Qunn obsession nauseates me. I'm disappointed, Steve. So, so disappointed.
Love,
kT"

I just couldn't find a picture of him on the internet with his brand new, less-wrinkles-than-me face to go along with the post.