I often find that the best moments are not the nights out with friends, but the mornings after at brunch/breakfast. You all go out together looking like garbage, eat greasy diner food, and rehash the stories from the night before. Your large group is probably laughing obnoxiously and getting the stink eye from the elderly couples in the joint, but you are too overtired to care. One of my favorite morning after brunches happened after my and Mike’s wedding. Since it was our wedding, most of our friends and family insisted we go back to the room instead of hang out and party with the rest of them, even though that is really what we wanted to do. I just hate missing out on belly laughs and memorable moments. So, after classily shotgunning a beer in my wedding dress (true story, but I was dared and I couldn’t pass up a dare on my special day), Mike and I left the crowd of party goers to go back to our room. The next morning/afternoon after everybody had surfaced from their rooms, we decided to get some good ol’ greasy food in our bellies and headed to Portillo’s. Cheese fries solve …

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