And this was my car this morning...never fear, we certainly weren't driving anywhere. But why were we drinking in the car when I have a perfectly good apartment? I suppose it's to be expected from a night that generated "I guess I'm Dutch and you're a whore" (Anna to April) and "As much as I love you...are you naked and on top of me?" (Jessica to April). I still haven't figured out what the first one means.