If I’d tried to post yesterday, It would have looked something like this:
Worst. Hangover. Ever. Can’t. Barely. Type.
This one took me by surprise. I correlate hangovers with drinking too much, plain and simple. But this time around, I wasn’t really that drunk. Not so’s anyone would notice. I might have expected a mild headache, but not this extreme sickness, not this complete incapacitation.
I’ve always scoffed at the notion that mixing the wrong types of alcohol exacerbates a hangover. Now I have to give that theory some credence. It was the champagne, on top of everything else, that really put it over the top. I knew that champagne was trouble when I drank it.
Man, I haven’t had a hangover this bad since the Great Gin & Tonic Debacle of ’92. Dry heaves. All day.
Now that I think about it, there has been one other common factor in my last three hangovers. His name is Tony Limjuco. So I’m blaming it all on him. That man is a danger to my health and safety. Someone needs to take him out.
New Year’s Eve was a lot of fun, what with the Orleans Avenue Bonfire and the Hoppin’ John and so forth. But New Year’s Day was a humiliating low point in a lifetime which has had more than its share of humiliating low points.
Resolved: Never again to drink champagne at 2 AM in the presence of Tony Limjuco.