i am blessed
in that my body quits before I get enough alcohol in me to cause a serious hangover. its that moment trying to drift off to sleep that is trying.
last night as I lay in bed, hanging on to the doorframe lest I be flung off the earth and into space, I tried desperately not to think of the ingredients to a dip i’d made earlier in the evening. it wasn’t working well. every time I thought of an ingredient it made me retch. Onions. gag. Hamburger. whought(hic). cheese. I had to stop or I was going to have to sleep with my head in a bucket. Air. that’s it. i’ll think of air. nice, cool, air. mostly nitrogen, air is. ick. DAMMIT, AIR HAS INGREDIENTS TOO!. ick. finally I slept, not a moment too soon.
I hate riding the Ferris Wheel o’ Doom.
You probably need to ban this Page girl from commenting again.
I had no idea you were such a pussy drinker. I’m jealous. I only used to stop when the liter was empty, I couldn’t find my keys, and they locked me in the room. THOSE were hangovers.
trust me vman I am the big pussy of big pussies. if I drink ANY hard liquor, I always get a free ride. either in a squad car or an ambulance
You are lucky to have the internal alcohol meter. I used to pass out and then wake up and have another drink. I can drink with the best of them, but I have no rebound the next day. Getting the beer sweats in a business meeting was a killer. I finally had to give it up.
As long as I don’t mix beer and wine.
Urp!
Happy Birthday!
Honestly, at that point, grab a bucket and a space heater. Make sure you have hold of the bucket, put the space heater on full, point it at you, wait, fill the bucket, feel better, and you wake up tomorrow feeling okay with a full bucket next to you. You have to get rid of the poison sometimes, and a full purge is always the best purge.
I’m not paying for your future dentist bills.
“Air has ingredients.” That phrase wins.