The Hangover: It happens to everyone. It can’t be helped. Sooner or later you wake up one morning and it’s just not so simple anymore. This town used to be a beautiful mess and now well, you’re not quite sure what it is. It’s changing. So you call up a few friends and pick up a good bourbon. You start out pleasantly chatting about the small things but by the end of the night you’re swaying and shouting along in a moment of perfect catharsis. This is 3 a.m., 3 friends and a bottle.