Margaret Landry (who’s southern drawl I miss very much) told me glory stories of her escapades in DC. She’d go out with a whole lot of people and then someone would suggest hosting a “late night”. Where people hang out at someone’s place until the late late late into the morning. Margaret totally knew how to party like a rock star.
Well I had such a night last night, went out around 7, late nighted until 4, got back home at 6.