The thing about alcohol; always fun the night of, the day after… not so much.
Everybody has their own remedies for a hangover. As for me, I just tough it out like a man. I savor it. Because I know I earned it. Actually, the only thing I do is try to down some type of liquid before I go to bed to rehydrate myself.
After a good night of drinking, I always wake up in the middle of the night with a ridiculously dry mouth. So what I do is conveniently place a Gatorade within reaching distance of my bed. I don’t think there is a better taste in the world than downing a Gatorade when you are incredibly parched. Except maybe butterbeer.
Seriously, butterbeer. How the fuck has anyone not tried to actually invent that. For those losers that have no idea what I am talking about, butterbeer is a drink from Harry Potter. They sell it at the Three Broomsticks, and it is a warm beverage that tastes a little bit like butterscotch. It pretty much sounds like the most delicious thing ever. Supposedly the Wizarding World of Harry Potter Theme Park that opens in July will be selling it. Road trip, anyone?
Anyway, hangovers. Also known as… every Sunday. But in this case, Wednesday. I remember one time in college I had to give a presentation while hung over. I had written down everything that I needed to say on paper, so I figured I was alright to drink the night before. But the severity of the hangover was not planned. I was legitimately still drunk when I was giving my presentation ,and it was pretty easy to tell. I had to stop my presentation twice to go and grab a drink of water. Not ideal.
When you drink a lot, you kind of get used to hangovers. But every now and then one will still come around and rock your world. That’s what $3.00 24 ounce cans of Labatt Blues will do to ya.
I have to work in three hours so hopefully it will be gone by then. Hopefully.