I started curing the brisket I bought at costco 9 days before. Saturday morning, I took it out of its stasis and put it into a sous-vide bag and cooked it for the next 10 hours, while I did spring-cleaning and organizing of my apartment. Got rid of SO much shit that had been sitting in boxes taking up space that I would never use. I mean, the fuck am I gonna do with a Portuguese cookbook that's written in Portuguese? Put it in the bag with all the old clothes that are destined for good will.

Got through about half the cleaning, and then showered, roasted up some potatoes and half a cabbage, and enjoyed getting sauced on Guinness and Boddingtons and Bushmills the rest of the evening between ripping at my delicious home-cured corned beef.

The sunday hangover was worth it, and the leftovers were still plentiful on St Pat's. I had forgotten how well corned beef and potatoes with a few eggs and a Guinness can cure a hangover caused by, well, the same thing.

Finished spring cleaning, and made it to work just fine this morning with nary the slightest headache.

No parties, no drama, just good food, drink, and time all by myself. I couldn't have asked for anything more. Cheers.