At this point, everyone is wasted and no one gives a damn. No one knows you. No one has your number. You're allowed to have a little fun. Whether it be for three minutes or for three hours, The Post is an adequate place to let it all hang out.
Parking is a pain in the ass.
Get there early, but not too early. Actually, just get there. In the morning, the only price to pay is a headache and a hint of nausea. BEER - The Nectar of the Gods. Questions, Comments, email our editor in chief Danielle Grassmyer.