I’m never going out on a Thursday night again! I’m stuck at work, I have an awful headache, I haven’t eaten anything all day and my stomach is in knots. Blech. I feel like crap.
::sigh::
I’m too old for this shit!
At least you have the weekend to recover.
Monday hangovers suck.
I beg to differ. There is something worse. A couple things come to mind; one of which I have seen done, the other I did myself.
-Being drunk AT work. Seen it done. Some guy snuck a flask of whiskey into work (we were dishwashers at a “fine dining establishment”) and drank while working, eventually getting drunk enough to spray everyone down with his dishwasher spray thing, getting himself fired in the process.
-Tripping on LSD at school. I did it. It was fun at first, but got REALLY scary. Never doing acid again.
So yeah, it could be worse, but I, too, have been hung over at work, so I feel your pain. You have my sympathies.
(please forgive the semi-hijack)
-Syko
My neighbor and I smoked cigars and drank a really good Merlot last night.
Never felt buzzed.
Drank plenty of water.
Took two asprin before retiring.
Felt like hammered poo all day.
Screw the mousetrap, I’m beating a path to the door of the better hangover medicine.
Sure beats having to act my age or something.
[Eddie Muntz]
Ha ha!
[/Eddie Muntz]
lieu, the secret is 2 or 3 cups of ice water before retiring. Preferably in the largest glass you have in the house so you can have it all in one go. Did that after an adventure with high-octane Belgian beer and felt jim-dandy the next morning.
The main question is, did you have a good time??? The day is almost over and you will feel better tomorrow.
Amen to that olentzero. My secret when I have had a lot of the demon rum. I drink as much water as I can make myself have. Almost to the point of being uncomfortable. It makes you get up and pee during the night, which can’t hurt too. Also take some pain reliever.
What are these “hangovers” of which you speak? Though I’ve tried mightily a few times in my life, I’ve never managed to acquire one. I fell inferior.
<Blink 182>
What’s my age again?
</Blink 182>
The only thing I can imagine that would be worse is to have to go to a meeting hungover, with no access to water for the dehydration, and limited ability to get up and go to the bathroom inconspicuously.
Who?
I think he meant Nelson Jones. 
Sorry, a Monday hangover is much worse. Especially if you get out of bed, put on your shoes and they’re still warm.
Drinking only on Fridays and Saturdays avoids this problem completely.
The worst thing about being hung over on a Friday workday is that you probably wont feel like drinking Friday night!
Seriously, Monday hangovers are the worst.
How about having a huge blowout Fourth of July keg party where you camped out, getting woke up at sunrise by the horse licking you in the face, dragging yourself in to work (I was working as a secretary at a hospital) and being told that today you were going to float to the Pastoral Care office cause the chaplain’s secretary was sick? It doesn’t get much worse than that.
It was just about the longest 8 hours of my life and the last time I partied like that on a work night. I couldn’t call off cause it was the day after a holiday and not only would I not get paid for it, I would be written up as well.
Nah, the worst thing is going into work not hungover but still drunk from the night before - despite several hours’ sleep. Doesn’t matter what day of the week it is. It sucks.
Going to work drunk, without any sleep, and still feeling the effects of LSD that was ingested 4 hours prior, and cocaine that had been consumed throughout the evening. On a Saturday. For ten hours. I’m done with those days, and this is one of the reasons.
I know what you mean about the meeting thing.
I was in Dallas years ago for a Monday meeting and hooked up with 4 old buds for drinks at a bar near my hotel the night before. Normally I refuse to drink and drive but this literally was almost next door.
We got blitzed. One friend got us all drinking Turkey, which I normally won’t do, and pretty soon we were all worthless.
I got up for my meeting the next day feeling like a roulette ball. I let the shower run in my mouth for awhile because it fwas related to a whiskey barrell and used prodigious amounts of mouthwash. I go out to my car and there’s mud all over the roof of the rental. I then remember something about seeing my hotel but not finding the road to it so I drove across a field. I know, really bad.
So I’m sitting near the back of the meeting hall listening to a presentation when our VP comes in. He leans over to me and whispers “What’s he said so far?”. Shit.
So I proceed to whisper back to him the approximate jist of the morning’s events, he nods and takes a seat. A little later I get on a elevator with a friend. He turns to me and goes “Jesus, dude, you smell life a f*cking whiskey factory.”
Now that was a shitty Monday hangover.
This is why I quit drinking…
Started drinking on a Saturday, killed a 26 of JD, half a dozen beers, and then thinking that I hadn’t copped a buzz did an undetermined number of upside down margueritas… I was still pissed at 4 the next afternoon.
Can you say alcohol poisoning? Nothing like spending the entire following week too sick to work but going in anyways.
Met friends at the bar and decided to “catch up” by doing a line of 12 Sambuca shooters. Woke up in a different city in a bed with a woman I had never seen before. She said I was so cute I almost convinced her to give up on women. I was so drunk I don’t recall being driven 60 miles, going to this woman’s house, drinking more, and then passing out in her bed.
Can you say blackouts?
“I’m still the same asshole… I just have less dents in my car”. (R. Williams)