Why go to the buffet when you can have your very own private bacchanale. Yes folks, we're talking about the drunk smorgasborg. Club sandwich? Check. Chicken fingers? Check. Prime rib? Check. Coffee? Check. Bag of beignets? Make that two bags. Check check. Quesadilla? Check. Nachos? Check. Corned beef hash and eggs? Poached please. Check. Wash all that down with a little lasagna, a bag of skittles and a carafe of shrimp cocktail. This is a pro tip, people.