The cast party was really good this time around. Minimal vomit, and no surface level disasters - I don't think anyone regrets going.

I'm not going to tell you all the stories here, 'cause I still feel close to these people and that would be a violation. And I think we'd be lousy role models if the truth ever came out. But maybe in a few years, when we're more distanced, the evening will make a good screenplay. In the meantime, go out and buy yourself a copy of Can't Hardly Wait - it's probably a better movie.