Let's not lose sight of the fact that you're a bunch of women and girly men for staying home to "rest up" before a big celebration. There are only two ways to do this: Drink all night (which I could never do) or sleep about three hours, drag your dogass out of bed hungover and angry, smoke a Camel as you continue to assault your poor lungs that are screaming for clean air while you take a piss off the back porch, hop in the truck, cause some minor property damage because you're still groggy from the night before, drive through Whataburger and get a breakfast sammich and a bigass coffee to get the day going, stop at 7-eleven for a post breakfast tallboy, and get down to the parade and drink so much by ten in the morning that your head don't hurt no more.