It's bad, but improving. My so-called buds dragged me out last night and forced me to enter an establishment of ill repute, where they forcibly poured alcoholic beverages down my gullet. (and no, it wasn't Hooters - they were closed. )
The really bad part is I had to work today and they spent the day in the luxo boxes at the track.
Hopefully I'll live long enough to take revenge.