The Morning After

I woke up this morning. The good news: after consuming a minor amount of alcohol I had no hangover to speak of. The awkward news: I woke up with another man in my bed.
Last night, I insisted, for some strange reason, on bringing someone around for the birthday festivities. He was, and I hate to use stereotypes, a queen. Sadly, not as much fun as I envisioned. We ended up going to this female-hating, man-loving club, much to the dismay of my sister and her friend.
The worst part, and possibly the most awkward, I had to tell my mother that I had someone over to which she responded, "is this simply a one night stand."
On the plus side, there's leftover lobster.