Don’t MIX dumbass!
As time goes on I’m amazed at how I can still make rookie drinking mistakes and get smacked down really badly by a hangover.
I hung out with the FarkNYC crowd last night; something I’m going to make a regular habit of.
We started at Croc on 14th between 2nd and 1st aves. Free personal pizza with every drink (and it’s almost worth the price!) Now if I know I’m going to be out for a long haul, I try not to start with liquor.
But the only cider they had was Woodchuck and frankly… yeah, no. So I had one of those, gulped it down in inspiringly short order then ordered a Ketel screwdrivers, which I proceeded to drink all night.
Now, details of the evening aside (hmmpf) a few of us split off and went to Burp Castle where, much to my delight, they have Blackthorne in bottles. So I decided that was the right thing to do…fool.
I ended up shutting the place down at 3 or so (having started drinking a little after 5.)
As I sat down on the floor of the union square downtown 4 platform I began to realize the gravity of my mistake. I was able to navigate the bodega and pick up a big thing of gatorade, 2 buttered rolls and a half gallon of milk.
Put that all in a blender, then..
ok, no no. that’s just nasty.
I drank what I could of the gatorade (which admittedly wasn’t much) and ate my buttered rolls and fell over on the bed. Hours later I woke up rather incredibly damaged. I noodled around online a bit (about 10:00) took a couple over the counter pain thingies, then flumped over on the couch. I woke up again at 2, talked on the phone ’til THAT died out then flumped back on the couch ’til four.
My head still isn’t right.
Part of the issue is that I’ve been drinking with decreasing frequency as time goes on so my tolerance has dropped. But damn. A full-night’s worth of vodka drinks then a full night’s worth of cider.
s’pose I deserve what I got.
(Of course none of this mentions the girl, waterballoons from above, the folks, missing notebooks, a thelemite bartendress or any of the actual happenings of the evening. I’ll save that one for…uhm… when I’m sober.)
April 25th, 2008 at 7:37 am
Pffftt!! Lightweight.
“Liquor before beer, never fear.
Beer before liquor, never sicker.”
April 25th, 2008 at 8:40 am
Oh, brother…I do so feel your pain. Two Fridays past, I was up at 3:45 a.m., and then again an hour later, retching my anus up through my mouth from a night of non-mixing marathon drinking.
I always know it’s gonna be a rough night, too, when it starts at Wheelers and ends in Towne. Bad, bad, bad.
April 25th, 2008 at 9:20 am
Ah, but it was indeed Liquor before beer.
See when I just plain old drink too much I can tell which one is going to be “the uh-oh drink” easily.
I put my nose to the drink and inhale. If I’ve already had WAY too much to drink my stomach will react immediately with a “oh HELL no. If you sink that I WILL make you pay jackfucker.”
All too often my response is: You’re not the boss of me!”
Which of course… isn’t always right.
The solution as I see it is to get my tolerance back up so I can factor that all out of the equation.
April 26th, 2008 at 1:23 am
Joan sent me.
I know a guy who strongly advocates never mixing grains (beer, rye, bourbon, scotch) with “fruit” (e.g. wine, rum, tequila, gin). I’m never sure where to put vodka, which is probably why I have trouble following his advice. Frankly, I don’t follow his advice and sometimes I have raging hangovers and sometimes not. Perhaps I should keep a little notebook or some shit. But that’s no fun.
For the hangover: first, lots of greasy food. I prefer fried baloney and eggs, with buttered toast. Wash that down with hot, strong, black coffee. Follow all that with an ice cold carbonated beverage to clear away the sludge. Then, sleep.
No charge.
April 26th, 2008 at 9:22 am
Just the thought of putting hot, black coffee in my mouth while I have a jackhammer spin cycle of a hangover…if the booze and headache don’t kill me, that definitely will. I never take advice from someone who can drink Slivowitz like it’s chocolate milk.
(Oh, hi Hairboy!)
I think in life we just have to accept that, even though there will be times in which we drink too much or not enough, mix or don’t mix, eat beforehand or not…sometimes we’re gonna get miserable f**king hangovers after five vodkas and sometimes, we’ll have barely escaped in tact, but sometimes after mixing grains with “fruit” we won’t get anything and can count our lucky stars.
It’s happened to me many times.