by tripp
I had a bunch of drinks on Tuesday night. 2 mixed drinks, 3 beers. Over 4 hours. This is not insane; it’s not some wild bender. More than I’ve had in a long time, but not some college binge. I had a dinner of sushi, an apple and some crap rice cakes. I watched Lost with friends.
I was never drunk. But when I woke up Wednesday morning, I had a hangover from the gods. It was because I didn’t drink any water. Doh. As I’ve gotten older, my body has changed and things like hydration matter. I’m just sometimes slow to realize that I’ve aged and changed.
And so began my morning. This was followed by a sausage and egg sandwich at Starbucks. Then I made my own egg sandwich at work.
At this point, I’m expecting the egg and sausage to work the miracle hangover cure business. No such luck. And I’m craving a hotdog. I walk to the grocery store, a few blocks away. And buy hotdogs and buns.
And I eat — ready? — 5 hotdogs by 1030 am.
5.
To be fair, I skipped lunch. And yes, that cured the headache. But what kind of monster am I?
Seriously, I’m fairly mortified at the entire episode. Note to self: drink buckets of water. All the time.
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I can’t help but recall your lunches that consisted solely of greasy breadsticks from Papa Johns, for–what?–an entire summer?
ray :: feb 05 2010 :: 1:05 am
They weren’t greasy!
tripp :: feb 06 2010 :: 7:09 am
Dude, when something leaves a clear/oily spot on the paper/cardboard it came in, it’s greasy.
ray :: feb 07 2010 :: 2:24 am