I used to be able to wake up at the crack of noon, drink an orange Gatorade and/or fountain Coke, eat a chicken parm sub and be rit to go. Sometime after turning 30 I lost my bounce back. Luckily I’m very rarely invited out for group activities, so this doesn’t happen all that often. If I’m out with a group and someone orders shots I immediately run to the bathroom to hide. Just looking at one I can feel the puke rise up in my throat. I still haven’t been able to get my taste for shots back. At midnight on Easter eve I took a shot and guess what, it was gross and I wanted to die. Yes, this was a real sacrifice because I did shots ALL THE TIME (don’t you judge me, don’t you dare judge me). Cute story about me, one year in my twenties I gave up shots for Lent. Don’t believe me? Just look at a few of the ways my hangover have gotten worse! Don’t get me wrong, you can feel like hell after a night of drinking at any age, but like everything else in life, the older you get the worse it is. And one of the ways it sucks is monster hangovers. Now? Well now my gin-soaked ways have finally caught up with me. Okay, well maybe not a million bucks, it would still feel like a cat died in my mouth, but other than that I was pretty fine. I could eat a big dinner, drink the hard stuff all night, sneak to the ladies room to puke (I almost always made it to the bathroom because I’m a class act), drink some more, go to bed, and wake up feeling like a million bucks.

Back in the days of my twenties (which was NOT that long ago you guys, really, it wasn’t) I could boot and rally with the best of them.

Hangovers and Holidays by Heather Long