Showing posts with label being off one's tits. Show all posts
Showing posts with label being off one's tits. Show all posts

11 March 2008

sake + vodka = dodginess

Or so my British counterparts would say, at any rate. Last night, my friends and I went to Warehouse to see the amazing Back Door Slam and started our evening with three dollar sake carafes at Azuma downtown. This was a mistake. Not the band, obviously, or even the sake, but rather the cheerful followup of lots of vodka on a work night, when I had to wake up for work in 5 hours.

My friends, I am hung to the over. I am suffering particularly cruelly because I'm unable to participate in Erin's Hangover Cure, as it is not a weekend.

Erin's Hangover Cure is as follows: Step One: three tylenol with two ice-cold glasses of water. Step Two: Fix first of two mimosas (hair of the dog + Vitamin C!). Step Three: with mimosa in hand, step into blistering hot shower and stand under hot water, while drinking mimosa, until mimosa is finished. Step Four: consume the second mimosa along with two breakfast tacos (my perfect breakfast taco is nothing more or less than: potatoes, chorizo, mushrooms and cheese. No egg, but that's just me.). Conventional wisdom dictates that you do not make these breakfast tacos yourself, but go to the nearest greasy taco cart and order them. Step Five: two hour nap. et voila! I wake up feeling completely refreshed and totally ready to start my day around 3 pm.

Unfortunately today I've had to suffer through work and flourescent glare. Not conducive to working off a hangover of any kind. Which is why tonight I'll be going for Hangover Cure #2 - three tylenol pm and bed by 8:30 at night.

Tell me, internet, what's your hangover cure? Sharing is caring, folks.