I once woke up, buck-naked, with a skull-crushing headache and a 7-Eleven "pizza pita" stuck to my bare ass-but even I'VE never woken up with a hangover and a SHINER. Sweet Jesus. We ïŹxed Kat up the best we could with a handful of ibuprofen and our new favorite hangover breakfast-a couple of bloody marys and the magically delicious oeufs plats from Le Pichet downtown.

Hey, next time WEAR A HELMET! Katrina will receive a DOTW T-shirt and $10 to put toward more frozen peas. KELLY O