going out for drinks after work on a friday. generally, that is.
what is kind of a poor idea is going out for drinks after work on a friday and doing the following: 1) having three margaritas, two vodka tonics, one stoli madras, and one free rum-based shot-thingee from the bacardi promo guy 2) not really eating any dinner except some tortilla chips and guacamole, 3) staying out for five and a half hours, and 4) doing all of the above while conveniently forgetting that you have to get up early and help your friends move the next day.
sadly, i didn't receive the following newsflash from my biology until about 2:00 a.m.: you cannot drink like you did in college anymore. honestly. so stop trying. this unfortunate processing delay resulted in an awful night of sleep and a general feeling of zombie-like stupor upon rising. i was barely fit to lift my own two feet, never mind a couch.
but i survived, and luckily only had to do some light to moderate lifting in the process. and now it's a little after 1:00 p.m., and i've managed to eat an english muffin, half a bagel with cream cheese, and a salad, so i feel something resembling human again.
now i need another glass of water.
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you cannot drink like you did in college anymore. honestly. so stop trying
My body keeps trying to tell me that too, but I've resolved not to listen to it.
oh see, i cry uncle at the first sign that i might actually puke from alcohol consumption. that thematic wore out its welcome long ago :)
(i didn't, by the way. puke. thank god.)
late to the party, but the only cure for a hangover is greasy food. As awful as it looks, a sausage biscuit and or some scrambled eggs, a lot of coffee make things better. Or chicken soup from Chinatown.
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