When I finally woke up after a wild New Year’s Eve party, I realized that my friends crossed a line with a joke they played on me. All of my friends know that I never drink, but I made the rare exception last night. They just kept giving me wine and champagne until I passed out. While I slept, they bought me a ticket and put me on a Greyhound Bus. You would think that if he were going to do something this stupid, they would at least give me a coat and some gloves, instead of let me shiver as I wait for a bus to get me back to the U.S. from Canada.