Waking From My Slumber

A dark cloud has been hanging over CityHangover for the last week or so. After a triumphant return to my homeland, I must have eaten some bad spinach (or could it have been too many open wedding bars?) and have been on my death bed ever since. As in fever, headache, STD symptoms - you name it.

But yesterday my body received a miraculous jolt of energy pulling me out of this downward spiral of illness - a cortisone shot to the heart, if you will - by means of a resounding Michigan football win over the Notre Dame Fighting Douchebags.

Like my Wolverines, I have intentions of being back and more relevant than ever on this here "weblog". And after polling some loyal readers across the pond, I've got a clear understanding of what you people want. Social commentary? No. Unbiased coverage of current events? Nope. Embarrassing stories of my own ridiculousness? You got it!

As some guy once said (ha!), "Ask, and ye shall receive". I've got a host of stories to share in the coming days, and I promise I'll focus on the parts where I have too many drinks and offend innocent women. Ah, it's good to be home.