Hangovers Suck

Hangovers are a funny thing. Everyone who drinks suffers from them in one way or another, and most of us have our own special way of dealing with them. The worst part about them is that they can spring up on you for seemingly no reason.

I have one right now, and I don't know why. Yeah, I drank last night, but not a lot. I had about 9 Keith's all night and that was it. Hardly a recipe for destruction. But despite that I still found myself to be hurting this morning, and even threw up. Not the best way to spend New Year's Eve, actually it's usually the way I spend New Year's Day.

But I'm working on my cure. For some people it's the hair of the dog that gets them through, others prefer coffee, sleep is a definite option. But me, I like McDonalds. As I write this I'm sprawled across my bed watching Thundercats, and slowly working my way through a 10 pack of McNuggets. I'm also waiting for the gravol I took to kick in. I'm also contemplating a nap with a cold cloth on my head.

But it has me thinking. With it being New Year's and all I'm sure some of you may be imbibing various spirits and what better time to find ways to combat hangovers. So leave a comment on how you get past feeling like death warmed over.

Happy New Years

When not to pick up...(really, such a time exists)

So last night I hit up Junctions with an associate who shall remain nameless. It wasn't the initial plan, but hey, the Breezeway wasn't happening and I didn't know about the bands at Greensleeves and the Martini Bar.

Now, I hate Junctions. Thats important to know here. I've been there a grand total of three times and last night was the only time it was remotely interesting. Let me tell you why...

Once we got there, and discovered how dead the place was we opted to drink until our $5 cover seemed worthwhile and bail. But just as we got to the bottom of our beers, some dude flipped over the pool table. Seriously. Flipped the thing upside down. It was insane. Even more insane was that he then went directly to the bar and ordered a beer as though nothing had happened.

But then the bouncers show up and tear dude apart and the cops show up and all that fun stuff happens, and suddenly the place is interesting. All the while "The Best Damn Beat Downs 2" is on TV and everyone is watching fights. Needless to say the extreme drunks there were getting a little worked up.

This brings me up to todays lesson:

Never try to pick up at the bar after a fight has broken out.

Heres why.

Remember that cute little girl in the pink tank top who's been giving you the eye all night? Well dude, she's spent a lot of the night talking to that arsehole with the dirtstash who's acting like the typical bayman back from Alberta throwing money around. And while she looks incredibly bored with him and interested in you, he's incredibly drunk and interested in all the violence he just witnessed. So I'd try not to rackjack him if I were you.

Now, for the record I was the one passing along with advise, as my years of being a total pussy have taught me the best ways to avoid getting my ass kicked. And heeding my advise saved me from having to get my buddy's back, which in all honesty would have consisted of me being a decoy and just taking some hits before I ran away.