hung over and wondering

Does a big gob of christmas cookie dough, raw, eaten straight, count as "solid food"?

I love Dave

I love Dave. I don't know if I've made clear the degree and extent to which I love Dave.
I attended his office party last night. He works for a small company. There are ten people in total in the company. I enjoyed his company most of anyone's there, even though I was greatly amused by a number of those present. And when we got home, we simply talked until nearly two in the morning, even though we were terribly tired. I just wanted to keep talking. To the point that I didn't want to pause the conversation to go to the bathroom.
And to prove that it wasn't just the alcohol talking, we both actually awoke earlier than normal this morning, and resumed the conversation, even hung over and fuzzed out and overtired as we were. I didn't want him to go to work, I wanted him to stay home and talk to me all day long.
God, there's nothing I love more than a brilliant conversationalist.
I'm still hung over and consequently not my usual articulate self, but I felt the need to write that right now. Do pardon any errors.