Ladies, My Ears Hurt

New Rule: Ladies, when you spill out of the bars at 1am, please remember that not everybody is interested in knowing exactly how drunk you all are. As you stumble into Collegetown Pizza in hopes of filling the void in your respective lives with cheese, grease, trans-fats and complex-carbs I wish you wouldn't find it necessary to scream about every drink that you consumed in the last 12-hours. Please, hold back your desire to recount the Yaager shots, Bud Light bottles, Lemon Drops and those "I don't know, some guy just bought it and handed it to me; he was ugly though, so I took it and walked away." And if you simply cannot wait until you get home to give a play-by-play, please use your inside voices, because I really don't want to hear how many Vodka Tonics you slugged in 30 minutes at Dino's.