Picture it: Brooklyn. Saturday night after leaving Brian and Jenn’s house. John (aka DJ John Michael) was spinning at his newest gig in this little gay bar in Sheepshead Bay. We got there a little after 11 and stayed till about 1:30. during that time I had between two and two-and-a-half Gin and Tonics (extra lime). This is my new favorite drink, vying with the Extra Dirty Vodka Martini for the position. Anyhoo, by the time we left the bar I was tipsy to say the least (truth to be told: after the 1st one, Stephen told me I was slurring like Judy Garland; I have no doubt that he was right). We got home a little after 2:30 and I woke up at 11 to go to Erin’s BBQ. All of a sudden, a the stroke of 6, I got a MONSTER headache that lasted till, roughly 9pm last night. It felt like my eyeballs were trying to escape from their optic nerve leashes. The headache was accompanied by severe light and sound sensitivity and a feeling in my stomach akin to post-vomit emptiness: I was hungry but there was no way in Cher’s Green Earth that I was gonna chance eating anything. At some point, yesterday, I spoke with Stephen who told me that I was hung over. Apparently, hangovers can rear their ugly heads DAYS after the actual drinking binge has occurred, and is ESPECIALLY COMMON IN THE OVER 25 SET. As if I didn’t feel bad enough, we can heap the fact that I’m an old lush to the pile of misery. Now, don’t get me wrong, I’m hardly a Days of Wine and Roses class Fall Down Drunk, but in my day…oh god I AM old…I held my own at bars. There was a point in my life (from 22 up until a week after Stephen and I met, actually) where John and I would go out 3 or 4 times a week to one bar/club/lounge or another. We were known at Staten Island’s 1 gay bar and were on 1st name basis with all of the bartenders. Ditto for barbacks/waiters at Barracuda. it was not uncommon to roll in at dawn, sleep for about 2 hours, and then toddle off to the maul for a 12 hour shift without so much as a blood-shot eye. Now, here I am, getting smote 24 hours after the fact.
If this is what my 30’s are gonna be like, I’m gonna f-cking kill myself right now and save the money on advil.
"The last mosquito that bit me had to book into the Betty Ford Clinic"~ Patsy Stone (Absolutely Fabulous)
5 comments:
It might be the gin! Turns out that something like 80% of people have a natural juniper allergy (from which gin is made). Ever notice how people get drunk FAST on gin and how bad you feel afterward or how often people can't seem to stop drinking it once they get started? My husband stopped drinking it 5 or so years ago because of something similar to what you experienced and he hasn't had the same problem with any other alcohol. He misses gin but seems relatively happy with Grey Goose vodka martinis.
I found that chocolate milk cures every hangover I've ever had. And K is right about gin giving the headaches.
I was not aware of this over-25 delayed hangover reaction. Aw crap.
yeh. feeling your pain, Hon. (and vodka tonics are pretty good too) And can you please email me that song? I'm dying over here...
Let's clarify something here (and who's surprised that I don't concur with the general consensus?), I do NOT think it was a hang over.
Knowing you as long as I have and seeing you "worse at Spectrums" I do not think at all that this is from a hang over. Maybe K is right, maybe you're allergic to Gin (The Extra Filthy Slimy Salty Martini's you drink suit you better anyway) or maybe it got worse because you ate nothing.
I'm 26 and I party like it's my job still and look ma! No hangovers!
Buck up you old lush!! I plan on going shot for shot at your wedding! :-)
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