I would pit my brain for this, but upon reading the pitting rules, it seems likely that MPSIMS is the place for this.
I made it to 30 prior to ever getting a hangover, even the times I spent 2+ hours praying to porcelain gods, Id still wake up A-OK and chipper, no harm, no foul. I make the life changing decision to move 300 miles north, turn 30, and now, I get hangovers. Is it environmental? I dont see how; less polution, lower altitude, more rain, more traffic, much greener area.
So here I am not getting my work done, since after partying it up with my SO at a greek restaurant last night, I wake up with a hangover: splitting headache style. At least its not like my first, that was fun… :smack:
I had been at my new job (receiving dept at the time, same company I’m with now) about two weeks, my GF and I threw a monday night party, it had been 105 that day, Id been outside checking in palets, not enough to drink all day, but definately not dehydrated. After work I go to the party, help my So get the food going, greet guests, and start drinking beer (dos eques I think, we were doing fajita salad and some other mexican food). I finished my first beer quickly, and start another, largely because I felt awkward (my GF’s ex BF of 4 years was there, nice guy, knew them both when they were together, and she and I had at the time of this story only been commited for about 2 months).
So here I am slamming back the beers, getting goofy, trying not to feel awkward. After a few hours (5 beers for me)the ex goes home, and the rest of us decide to go to the hottup, but after mixing up tequila in pepsi bottles (strong mix, turns it from black to dark amber). So we hop in the hot tub, and after about 30 minutes I start to not feel well, and I’ve barely had any of my mixed drink. So I rush off to the pool restroom (OMG, it hasnt been cleaned, its gross, and I have to kneel/sit on the floor) and promptly start barfing my guts out. About 30 minutes later my GF knocks on the door to see if Im ok, which im not, I feel sick, really sick. After another 20 minutes I finally muster the strength to crawl out of the restroom, and we diced to hobble to my place since it is closer to the pool area. I proceed to try vacating my stomach while walking through the parking lot, but manage to hold it in the other 200 ft to my house and my bathroom.
The next 3-4 hours is very dim to me, my GF keeps asking if I am ok, brings me water/saltines while I live in front of my toilet (thank god its clean). I even manage to sleep/pass out with my head propped up at the bowl. I finally feel well enough to make it to bed and stay there, passed out till my alarm goes off at 8am to wake me for work.
My first thought is, why is the room spinning, and I feel naseous, ugh. So I work my way to the bathroom, there are cups of water, and the remains of saltines everywhere, I manage to get to my feet and feebly evacuate my bladder, stumble to the sink and brush my teeth. Still naseous, still spinning. I crawl into the shower, sit down because I cant stand, and after a half hour of effort, Im clean. I barely manage to dry myself as the damn room still wont sit still. At this point Im not even sure I can get my clothes on, I feel so ill. I find my phone, and call in to my work that I have food poisoning from something I ate(which, while not and outright lie, will do nicely). I then go collapse back into bed and am quickly lulled back to sleep by my GF’s light rythmic snoring.
A few hours go by and we wake up, I feel much better, though still off. The enormity of the evening before then proceeds to hit me full on with one quick and concise question: “Do you really love me”.
Hmmm, I must have talked to my GF’s other friend that was there last night, I dimly remember telling her how much I think of my GF, and how wonderful she is (my GF). Of course while I was puking things out of my stomach that I must have eaten 4 years ago (I still cant figure out how someone can puke for 4 hours straight, more was coming out than the little water I could get in) my GF and her friend were “talking”, about me…
So her friend proceeds to translate my words into, “He loves you”.
So all this rushes through my sluglish head, I think about it a second, and answer how I feel, “yes”. My GF then says, well, I was about to say it to you last night, but I figured in the midst of the barf fest 06, it wasnt the right time(we have a good sense of humour). She then declares that now wasnt such a good time to discuss it, as we were both hungover. And why dont we go get good greasy food at shary’s (turns out this advice was spot on, worked wonders).
(I think I’ve rambled off point a bit)
So anyway, that is my first hangover experience, and here I am nearly a year later experiencing one of many I have had in my new locale. Damn my brain, for being weak and getting hangovers, broke my perfect record, even after that time at 25 that I had 3 long island ice teas, 2 mikes hard lemonaides, 2 aftershocks, and 1 tequila sunrise (there might have been more, but I cant think of it).
3/4 Fry
