The last time I had a horrible hangover, it was thanks to sangria. I vowed never to do that again.
Last night I drank sangria. And drank and drank. I told the people at the party that I was sure to be out of commission in a few hours. But I'm fine! At 34 years old, I may just have built up a tolerance.
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4 comments:
Heh. One of my all-time worst hangovers was when I was attending your birthday celebration and after a night of socially-anxious boilermaker gulping (Anderson Valley IPA and Macallan's) you bullied me into drinking girlie shots.
I remember something called a P.B. & J., which was Frangelico and Framboise. Eurgh.
The next day I was making shepherd's pie for the family (which I was unable to eat) and they had an extended discussion as to the color of my face.
As I recall, they settled on Roquefort.
I will have to keep somewhat mum as to protect the sanctity of marriage, but let's just say Adam had just as difficult a night as you. And, um, more publicly at that.
Details? You probably don't want em.
Actually, I do have some memory of...
Oat spilling?
Technicolor yawning?
Laughing at the ground?
Conversation with Ruth and Hughie?
Being a hardcore kinda guy I saved all that for the next evening when I was making dinner.
You know, I read this and said: "Who's Ruth and Hughie?" Then I, how you say, sounded it out.
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