I finally worked up the nerve to get out of bed and open the 'puter. Waaaaaaaay to many short glasses full of various flavors last night.
I finally worked up the nerve to get out of bed and open the 'puter. Waaaaaaaay to many short glasses full of various flavors last night.
"No snowflake in an avalanche ever feels responsible" -Stanislaw Jerzy Lec
FYI: If you drink a whole three liter box of red wine it will hurt you, ouch...
It's 7:25PM in New Meadows, Idaho and I've had 8 shots of Pedro Morales and 2 beers. I am officially placing my reservation for tomorrow morning.
Hillshire Farm is sexy
Grab both cheeks and sink your teeth into the ass of life.
Still hungover nearly 48 hours after alcohol. Ouch.
^^^^Jesus man WTF kind of a bender did you go on? No matter how hard I punish myself or for how long I booze recovery always takes a 24hr maximum. Good job you obviously stepped it up a notch.![]()
after living in Utah for almost 5 months, i've had nothing but watered down 3.2 beer... until last night. a friend is in town and brought suitcasex2 of the real stuff, and this morning I was forced to get out of my sleeping bag by my own heavy beer flatuence. now i can barely open my eyes, and it's such a nice day. my goal was to get up early to catch up on the jesse jones thief thread, but reading anyting is out for right now.
will somebody please bring me some coffee?
im checked in, but still drunk enough that im somewhat functional. schoolgirl parties are a ton of fun. 4 day binges are fun as well, but they catch up to you in the end.
spot reserved for soul_skier, the kid has been at the bottom of a bottle ever since he finished his finals on thursday.
Holy fuck. I think this is the drunkest I have been the day after. It's difficult to function, I should NOT have driven home at 10am, but I don't see this getting better anytime soon.
Originally Posted by grrrr
ANNALS OF DRINKING
A FEW TOO MANY
Is there any hope for the hung over?
by Joan Acocella
MAY 26, 2008
Of the miseries regularly inflicted on humankind, some are so minor and yet, while they last, so painful that one wonders how, after all this time, a remedy cannot have been found. If scientists do not have a cure for cancer, that makes sense. But the common cold, the menstrual cramp? The hangover is another condition of this kind. It is a preventable malady: don’t drink. Nevertheless, people throughout time have found what seemed to them good reason for recourse to alcohol. One attraction is alcohol’s power to disinhibit—to allow us, at last, to tell off our neighbor or make an improper suggestion to his wife. Alcohol may also persuade us that we have found the truth about life, a comforting experience rarely available in the sober hour. Through the lens of alcohol, the world seems nicer. (“I drink to make other people interesting,” the theatre critic George Jean Nathan used to say.) For all these reasons, drinking cheers people up. See Proverbs 31:6-7: “Give . . . wine unto those that be of heavy hearts. Let him drink, and forget his poverty, and remember his misery no more.” It works, but then, in the morning, a new misery presents itself.
A hangover peaks when alcohol that has been poured into the body is finally eliminated from it—that is, when the blood-alcohol level returns to zero. The toxin is now gone, but the damage it has done is not. By fairly common consent, a hangover will involve some combination of headache, upset stomach, thirst, food aversion, nausea, diarrhea, tremulousness, fatigue, and a general feeling of wretchedness. Scientists haven’t yet found all the reasons for this network of woes, but they have proposed various causes. One is withdrawal, which would bring on the tremors and also sweating. A second factor may be dehydration. Alcohol interferes with the secretion of the hormone that inhibits urination. Hence the heavy traffic to the rest rooms at bars and parties. The resulting dehydration seems to trigger the thirst and lethargy. While that is going on, the alcohol may also be inducing hypoglycemia (low blood sugar), which converts into light-headedness and muscle weakness, the feeling that one’s bones have turned to jello. Meanwhile, the body, to break down the alcohol, is releasing chemicals that may be more toxic than alcohol itself; these would result in nausea and other symptoms. Finally, the alcohol has produced inflammation, which in turn causes the white blood cells to flood the bloodstream with molecules called cytokines. Apparently, cytokines are the source of the aches and pains and lethargy that, when our bodies are attacked by a flu virus—and likewise, perhaps, by alcohol—encourage us to stay in bed rather than go to work, thereby freeing up the body’s energy for use by the white cells in combatting the invader. In a series of experiments, mice that were given a cytokine inducer underwent dramatic changes. Adult males wouldn’t socialize with young males new to their cage. Mothers displayed “impaired nest-building.” Many people will know how these mice felt.
But hangover symptoms are not just physical; they are cognitive as well. People with hangovers show delayed reaction times and difficulties with attention, concentration, and visual-spatial perception. A group of airplane pilots given simulated flight tests after a night’s drinking put in substandard performances. Similarly, automobile drivers, the morning after, get low marks on simulated road tests. Needless to say, this is a hazard, and not just for those at the wheel. There are laws against drunk driving, but not against driving with a hangover.
Hangovers also have an emotional component. Kingsley Amis, who was, in his own words, one of the foremost drunks of his time, and who wrote three books on drinking, described this phenomenon as “the metaphysical hangover”: “When that ineffable compound of depression, sadness (these two are not the same), anxiety, self-hatred, sense of failure and fear for the future begins to steal over you, start telling yourself that what you have is a hangover. . . . You have not suffered a minor brain lesion, you are not all that bad at your job, your family and friends are not leagued in a conspiracy of barely maintained silence about what a shit you are, you have not come at last to see life as it really is.” Some people are unable to convince themselves of this. Amis described the opening of Kafka’s “Metamorphosis,” with the hero discovering that he has been changed into a bug, as the best literary representation of a hangover.
The severity of a hangover depends, of course, on how much you drank the night before, but that is not the only determinant. What, besides alcohol, did you consume at that party? If you took other drugs as well, your hangover may be worse. And what kind of alcohol did you drink? In general, darker drinks, such as red wine and whiskey, have higher levels of congeners—impurities produced by the fermentation process, or added to enhance flavor—than do light-colored drinks such as white wine, gin, and vodka. The greater the congener content, the uglier the morning. Then there are your own characteristics—for example, your drinking pattern. Unjustly, habitually heavy drinkers seem to have milder hangovers. Your sex is also important. A woman who matches drinks with a man is going to get drunk faster than he, partly because she has less body water than he does, and less of the enzyme alcohol dehydrogenase, which breaks down alcohol. Apparently, your genes also have a vote, as does your gene pool. Almost forty per cent of East Asians have a variant, less efficient form of aldehyde dehydrogenase, another enzyme necessary for alcohol processing. Therefore, they start showing signs of trouble after just a few sips—they flush dramatically—and they get drunk fast. This is an inconvenience for some Japanese and Korean businessmen. They feel that they should drink with their Western colleagues. Then they crash to the floor and have to make awkward phone calls in the morning.
I woke up in my clothes, dog licking my face, on the floor downstairs, my i-pod still playing, with front door wide open.
I have no idea how I got home, dont remember where I went, and Mrs. Free will not talk to me...(glad I didnt drive)
This is going to be a long day...
Bush got C's.... Obama probably failed lunch
^ that sucks the mrs is involved, makes it 10 times worse.
I threw up in my hat...check me in
Awesome, I've somehow managed to burn my nose, just to add a little pizazz to this otherwise textbook hangover
hangover... check. I don't remember leaving, but I remember coming home at 5am. woman = mad. I almost had to sleep on the couch.
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Some solid represent'n by the Mags here. If only you guys could remember last night, I bet we'd have some fanfuckingtastic drunkening trip reports???
If some of the best times of my life were skiing the UP in -40 wind chill with nothing but jeans, cotton long johns and a wine flask to keep warm while sleeping in the back of my dad's van... does that make me old school?
"REHAB SAVAGE, REHAB!!!"
It's a bit late but; Wednesday I pulled an all nighter before my flight back to the States. Not a solid idea. I projectile vomited and shat for about 8 hours on the flight. I hadn't eaten anything in about 30 hours, and all I had in my system was a ton of beer and Tequila in my gut and speed up my nose.
Worst. Flight. Ever.
"She loved snow...That was the simple objective, being airborne, up longer, higher, more casually and with more fuckoff elegance than anyone else...Such endeavours require a kind of egotism, a near autistic narrowness. Everything conspires against you, the habits of physics, the impulse to flee and you're weighted down by every dollop of commonsense ever dished up. Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful. This idiot resolve is all you have."
-Tim Winton
"She loved snow...That was the simple objective, being airborne, up longer, higher, more casually and with more fuckoff elegance than anyone else...Such endeavours require a kind of egotism, a near autistic narrowness. Everything conspires against you, the habits of physics, the impulse to flee and you're weighted down by every dollop of commonsense ever dished up. Everyone will tell you your goal is impossible, pointless, stupid, wasteful. This idiot resolve is all you have."
-Tim Winton
Hurlt thrice since 5 A.M.
Hillshire Farm is sexy
Grab both cheeks and sink your teeth into the ass of life.
No hurling this am, but a massive headache after way too many makers/gingers and a mixture of 90 IPAs and other local brews. Feeling much much better now. 5:30 this morning? Not so nice.
Had to try the new beer cafe in town:
http://www.novareresbiercafe.com/
Tooooo many choices.
Last edited by peterslovo; 06-26-2008 at 07:28 AM.
"A local is just a dirtbag who can't get his shit together enough to travel."
- Owl Chapman
HANGOVER SCORECARD
Hurls: 4
Toxic ass spews: 10 (ballpark)
Members of family awoken by wretching/assblasting/stench: 0 (score!)
Not one my more impressive hangovers, but the not waking anyone up was like a 3-pointer at the buzzer. And before anyone expresses sad regret at how pathetic and stupid I am, I haven't been hungover in like 6 months. And I've got in-laws in town (I love 'em, but...you know).
FACK, that's a nice looking joint.
Last edited by Gordyman; 06-26-2008 at 02:44 PM.
Hillshire Farm is sexy
Grab both cheeks and sink your teeth into the ass of life.
Pitchers of beer check, 151 check, jack and coke check, random shots check, and we have the outcome this fine morning. I actually feel 'ok' for the amount of booze I consumed. I went on a dancing spree, chased some Philippine tail, and woke up with the lights on and the door open, it's the dancing that mostly concerns me.
be careful whiskey monsters out and about, got me last night
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