(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.

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.

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.

I always know it’s gonna be a rough night, too, when it starts at Wheelers and ends in Towne. Bad, bad, bad.

“Liquor before beer, never fear.
Beer before liquor, never sicker.”