Me and my friend Danielle were rolling down 18th street in Adams-Morgan on Sunday, feeling a bit average and definitely undercaffeinated. We may or may not have had a big night the night before, but the sun was definitely too bright and we agreed that everybody just needed to shut up already.

Then I saw this chipper little dude in the bushes, and my whole mood turned around:

I mean, if he can look that rough and still keep the party going with a smile, there’s hope for all of us…