"My face hurts."

"Mine too." Nate whispered in my ear as we bid goodnight to the last of the guests.

Nikki, Lyric, Beth, Tina, Roan and Roan's wife Millie were the last ones still remaining to help me clean up. The house was a mess; there were tons of dishes in the sink; the candles had melted and were now stuck to the glasses...need I say more?

So, yeah. It was a typical after party disaster, minus the teenage hormones. Which, I was gravely thankful for. At least we didn’t have plastic cups littered around and people passed out at random spots…right?

"Alright everyone! Let's put on our aprons, it's...