Peanut Butter Chocolate Chip Cookies

So last weekend I met up with some friends I hadn't seen in a while and drank for a while at their East Village apartment with the intention of ultimately going out to a bar. Multiple hours of vodka and karaoke later, we headed downstairs, still with hopes of going out in our heads. I then decided I was just going to go home to Andrew's, which in hindsight was a good decision for Drunky McDrunkerson over here. I thought the rest of the girls were still going to hop a cab to Phebe's, but it ended up they turned right back around as soon as I left (Hey, rain and overly-drunkenness aren't the best motivators). When I talked to Eva the next day, she recounted a story to me of their ascent back to the apartment:

While wondering to themselves what they should do instead, Jill burst out with "Let's check the mail!!" So, they did just that and waiting inside the mailbox was none other than a box full of peanut butter chocolate chip cookies!!!! I started laughing when I heard this, as it seemed so entirely inconceivable, far too good to be true, certainly a dream. Apparently Katie's aunt had sent them to her as a gift. This fact takes away from the magical quality of such a story a little bit, but still...Chocolate chip cookies just waiting for drunk you in the mailbox??!! And who the fuck checks the mail at this point in the night?? I mean I am still wowed by this story. Needless to say, there were no cookies left the next morning.