No pain, no gain
My face hurts from smiling so much last night and my ribs hurt from laughing so hard the night before.
A little "hair of the dog", if you will.
Thinking about it over weak coffee this morning, I'm pretty sure the moonshine got passed around last night for the sole purpose of dulling the pain of the laughter.
I am glad for the quart jar of moonshine. I would be in much worse shape today for lack of it.
That my buddy's mom had the foresight to bring such medicinal spirits with her was a blessing.
Moms are good like that.