Do I Come Here Often?

Nothing says successful gathering/party like having to spend the whole next day recovering from all your fun and whispering small, silent prayers to your body, your stomach, your throbbing head - tiny quiet lies and half-truths to quell a belly ready to revolt, to force wobbly sea legs to walk straight and not trip or stagger, and more little breathless pleas to the evil army of shoemaker elves in your temples, the ones making hobnail boots and trying them out against the inside of your head.