Okay, I'll admit to plenty of weekends in my twenties that took me until Wednesday to recover fully, but they usually consisted of at least two nights of full on partying and very little sleep. A decade later and it appears to take the same recovery time for one night of very little dancing, and an almost reasonable amount of sleep. Oh well, at least it was a fun weekend, and the recovery days were filled with an uncountable number of Deep Space Nine episodes. I can think of worse ways to start the week.
