Hangovers
Posted by James on Saturday Apr 12, 2008 Under What Jimmys been up toIs it me or have hangovers suddenly got more hardcore?
I still remember the days when I could go out until 5am then get up and go to work! What is it these days that causes my brains to go on vacation every Saturday morning? This morning is especially hard and certainly all well prepared plans will go out of the window in favor of my bed.
I’ve tried many cures. The latest being eat as much B12 as you can stuff down your neck, as soon as you realise you’re pissed. In my case this its first thing in the morning, which as I’ve found out is way too late.
Even this morning I’ve considered this wonder cure, but at 40 bucks a packet, they can kiss my arse.
Today I look around my flat (sorry condo) and it looks like someone has come in and trashed the place. Books everywhere, jacket thrown on the floor.
You know it’s not going well when the third person of the day asks you over MSN; “is this the booze talking?”
To quote the mighty With-Nail; “i feel like a pig shat in my head”. Actually it’s not that bad yet, but I can hear the farmer feeding the little bastard eggs in the next room.
Jägermeister is a horrible drink. I seem to get cartoon drunk when ever that cursed stuff comes out. No matter how many conversations you have with people saying that you can’t stand it. It always seem to show up with your name on it. Damn you Jägermeister!
Oh god, country music has come on the iTunes shuffle because some distance colleague gave you his music collection so long ago. And you simply haven’t the energy to make it to the mouse.
James begins to talk about himself in the 3rd person. Christ it’s getting bad now.
Right well, this post was supposed to have a point. So guess I should get to it…
April 12th, 2008 at 11:47 pm
The best cure for a hangover: don’t get drunk!
Genius isn’t it.
I haven’t lost a day to a hangover in years, and I really don’t miss it. I can’t imagine what it’d be like now if I had a hangover while trying to look after a 9-week old! It’d be hell on a stick.
Jagermeister is the worst drink ever. I had one try of it once, and that was the last. Tastes like it came from a dogs butt!
Best thing to do is to get yourself a HUGE glass (mabye a bucket) of water and make sure you drink it all before bed. Hangovers are mainly due to dehydration, so hydrate up!
If that fails, get yourself some hair of the dog (not literally).
As a final note, it sounds like you were struggling for content towards the end of that post
I know how that feels too.
No go get those books off the floor! Scott Meyers would be horrified if he saw it
April 13th, 2008 at 8:19 pm
nonce
April 13th, 2008 at 10:15 pm
OJ: yeah, I should probably grow up and get some real hobbies.
You are married mate mind, so there’s a definite stopping of such partying when you get that milestone. Jagermeister is truly loopy juice though, everything was fine up until this point, but I’m a weak under the weight of peer pressure. Anyway, this was really a rhetorical post… I actually quite liked how it didn’t finish.
Ben: sod off
April 13th, 2008 at 10:25 pm
Interesting that you should feel like I implied that you should “grow up and get some real hobbies”. I never implied that at all. What I am saying though, is that there is SOOO much more you could be doing that doesn’t make you feel like shit. Generally they’re more fun, they’re different, they get you out and they don’t result in days lost over the weekend because you feel like shite.
FYI, the last time I was off my tits was WELL before I was married. I can even remember when it was – 2005, well before I came home to Australia. Marraige has nothing to do with it mate, it’s a lifestyle choice. You’ve just made a different choice to me
You’re quite within your power to make it different, you just don’t want to. Going to the pub and getting tanked is the easy option. I’d rather get out and see/do different stuff.
Don’t blame a particular drink, it’s all down to you not stopping when you hit your limits.
I’ll get off my soapbox now.
Ben: I agree
April 27th, 2008 at 12:44 am
is this the booze talking?
June 24th, 2008 at 11:01 am
I remember those messy days mate. I don’t think our ageing bodies will stand up to that kind of abuse anymore.
I thought you’d taken up various other (suicidal) hobbies such as shooting your face off with high powered weapons and falling off bikes down steep hills.
I took up extreme knitting but lost a hand to it.