On Saturday, I had a terrible hangover, went to see Ricky Gervais do stand-up with my brother (he was very funny), found a small bag of cocaine on Bleecker Street, meet up with a bunch of other friends, drank many liters of German beer, nearly got into a fistfight at a bar and was asked to leave, then went home and had sex until almost 7am. 

So I did pretty much what I do every Saturday.

(One of the things mentioned above is not true.  Please feel free to guess which one.)