All I Needed Was Pour Some Sugar On Me.

So... all of a sudden I get hangovers that are somewhat violent.

I have heard lies and fables that as you get older, hangovers become more frequent and more severe. I am am in a raging state of denial about that.

The first one happened a few months ago when Blondie was in town. We rocked it pretty hard, yes, but I didn't think I had any more than my usual Saturday night intake of booze. Sure, there were shots. Sure there was red bull and vodka. Yeah, we split a cab with some rando substitute teacher, but that's because we thought he might pay for it. Did he? I have no idea. Not worried about it. All I know is that I got up the next day and barfed. First time that has ever happened. Normally, if I make it to sleep, I've made it! Still, later that day after a nap, I was just fine. It didn't take long and it didn't stop me from a burrito bowl.

This latest, yesterday, wow..... it was a real doozie. I got up and moved around, just like the Roomie always tells me to do. Then I had some water. Then I barfed that water up. Yep. Not pleasant. I thought I was done and moving on with my life so he made me some mini quiche. I wasn't done. And the quiche did NOT taste as good coming out. I decided I was pretty much done with food, so I just kept up with some water. When that too decided to make a reappearance, I was done all together except for some Advil. And an hour later, I barfed up the red dye from it. Fuck THAT, dudes. I had the brief feeling that I either got a migraine or contracted the flu from Ritchie T through my computer, but then I saw a facebook post that brought the events of the night back to me. Oh... there was bowling and pitchers. Then shots. Then more beers. Then more shots. I was on my Roomie's shoulders... then I was dancing along a bar... picking up random drinks and swigging them. Yep. That could have done it. The last thing I remembered was deciding nobody needed to take care of me, I was walking home. Not so much. Thank Goodness the roomie was on top of things and handled me.

Needless to say, it was not fun. But as long as I feel like I'm still able enough to pretend I'm an extra in Coyote Ugly, I better decide I'm able enough to barf the fruits of that labor up, eh?