Gone are the days of drinking until I passed out or vomited – or vomiting and then passing out.
When I was 16/17/8/19 I was invincible. The only thing that could stop me, was a bouncer or shop keeper asking for I.D.
Here follows a diagram of a hangover
Getting old is not about getting wrinkles, having creaking joints or going grey and bald – its all about losing that ability to drink and not suffer a hangover.
As a teenager I could continue and continue and continue drinking without having a hangover day in-day out. It seemed to be my superhuman power.
Now however I have to spend a whole day in pain, for just several hours of enjoyment. Smart people or Yoda would say ‘why do it, if this is the case’ and my case point back to them is a mumbled ‘I dunno’
During those brief hours I really do achieve nothing – I hardly try chatting up girls – as it just turns comedic, I spend to much money and I dance (ish) it is the only real chance we have to socialise. (unless it be a AA meeting)
Therefore, the only way to live with hangovers is to respect them; drink water before bed, eat before bed, not drink too much………………………..OK we forget the last one. however what we should do is raise a glass of alcohol and say CHEERS to hangovers – now that’s respect.