more water. less beer.

The worst hangover I ever had was December, 2002. My roommate and I were throwing our annual holiday/winter/xmas party, and the boy I was dating was supposed to come. It was the first time he'd be meeting most of my friends, and though he was dictionary definition of social anxiety, he'd promised to show. "I'm working on my ornament," he'd said, earlier in the week. "I'm excited for you to see it." Instead, he called at ten o'clock, and then again at eleven, stuck waiting for the G train and trying to get out of coming without upsetting me. Eventually he did, and when I hung up the phone, furious and disappointed and confused, I marched back into the apartment, grabbed a bottle of gin, and started in on a good, angry drunk. The next day was spent confined to bed, sick to my stomach and my heart.

Today's hangover has no drama, but physically it's nearly as bad as that one three years ago. I have no explanation for it either. I had had some dinner and not an excessive amount of alcohol - five beers and a shot in six hours. I hate feeling sick, so I'm usually about pacing and stopping early and being sober by the time I head home, and it's true that I didn't have as much water as I should've last night. Or any. But still, it's surprising how one quiet night playing darts and Ms. Pac-Man at a bar with friends should lay me out so completely for the entire next day. So much for my grand plans of productivity and cleaning and getting ahead.

Late this afternoon I looked up hangover cures and found this immensely helpful site. Unfortunately, I had neither strawberries or V8 in my apartment, but I started sucking down glasses of emergen-C and that seems to have helped immensely. I've learned my lesson though - never drink again.

Until next Saturday of course. It's the Siren Festival after all.

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