As we age tons of things get harder: exercising, sitting down or standing up without making “old man” noises, eating spicy foods without hating yourself the next day, and understanding what those dang kids on the internet are doing (back in my day, we didn’t have your tik tak and Minecrafts [oh wait, we did…RIP to Vine])! But something I didn’t expect to become as brutal as they have (despite people telling me it would) are hangovers.
My mitigation technique, which you will one day arrive at, is to stop drinking before the hangover becomes a possibility. There comes a point where you’ve been the star of this play too many times, you know how it ends and you don’t want to perform it anymore. Even if your own son, the flesh of your flesh, the blood of your blood, tries to goad you into it. All I have to do is imagine the feeling of my knees on the cold tile of the bathroom floor as I hug that porcelain receptacle and I’m off the gin/beer/wine and on to the sweet magic of H2O.
i hate hangovers and i can’t wait for the day that i will finally stop drinking for good and never have a hangover again. it’s just no fun! and has never ever been worth it. you’re right- it feels like the older i get, the more frequent they are. now, even with a glass of wine i am not myself the next morning.
As my jazz musician freinds say, I must not have had enough to drink last night because I sure am thirsty this morning. One must take the good with the bad.
you warned us that it was going to be a zag, but enjoying a hangover is an absolutely wild take from you
My mitigation technique, which you will one day arrive at, is to stop drinking before the hangover becomes a possibility. There comes a point where you’ve been the star of this play too many times, you know how it ends and you don’t want to perform it anymore. Even if your own son, the flesh of your flesh, the blood of your blood, tries to goad you into it. All I have to do is imagine the feeling of my knees on the cold tile of the bathroom floor as I hug that porcelain receptacle and I’m off the gin/beer/wine and on to the sweet magic of H2O.
i hate hangovers and i can’t wait for the day that i will finally stop drinking for good and never have a hangover again. it’s just no fun! and has never ever been worth it. you’re right- it feels like the older i get, the more frequent they are. now, even with a glass of wine i am not myself the next morning.
As my jazz musician freinds say, I must not have had enough to drink last night because I sure am thirsty this morning. One must take the good with the bad.