I'm feeling somewhat "jaded" myself after an excellent 40th birthday party last night. We were quite surprised to have been invited - it was someone who I have seen only intermittently in the last few years, although we have quite a lot of friends in common. Free bar all night, great mix of party people = sore head this morning. I think it was the tumbler-full of Grand Marnier at the end of the evening that did the damage. They had one of those ridiculous photo booths where you dress up in wigs and silly hats and pull drunken faces with your mates (I'm now cringing at the photographic evidence in the cold light of day).
DH dragged himself out of bed, moaning, at 8am to take DS to football, but reappeared unexpectedly some time later. He'd got the time wrong and turned up 2 hours early.

Strops, don't you just love pious children when you've overindulged? "Got a hangover, eh mum?"