ouch.
oy. DCist happy hour. i went into the evening forgetting the First Rule of Everything: bloggers are a bunch of fucking alcoholics, and they will hitch you to their downwards spiral until you are blathering incoherently on the floor of the big hunt. but overall, it was quite fun. the DCist staff was out in full force, and i had the pleasure of meeting jason, missy, austin, seeing michael again, and enjoying the company of various other blogless people.
anyway, this morning i feel in pain and terribly puffy, which probably has something to do both with the massive amounts of alcohol i ingested last night and the massive amount of food i ingested at the company party. i have sad news: i did not win the bakeoff. my hopes were crushed 15 minutes before the party, when i went into the conference room to set out my eggnog cookies, and was faced with a plethora of professional-looking desserts. turns out many of my coworkers are competitive about baking to the nth degree. a very good cherry pie ended up winning, but i was still satisified with the eggnog cookies, because thus far i've had six people, including the president, ask me for the recipe, and two people have insinuated darkly that if only they'd been the judges, i'd be holding the winner's gift certificate to williams-sonoma right now. oh well, such is life. the circle goes on.
especially with the kickass party that is about to happen tonight! i'm very excited, because several people i thought wouldn't be able to make it can, like mr. jason and mizz corbin, and mr. germ heitz, whom i haven't seen in ages. holla. i feel pretty crappy right now, but with the power of 5 bottles of gatorade, my cute gauzy green top, and a shot of espresso, i will hopefully be in top hostessing form tonight. you know what that means: your cups will always be full, and by 11pm i'll end up slurring at you, "you know, i really think, you are like, so beautiful, yeah? and i'm like, so glad that you came to the party, and it is so awshum, like, that we are friendsh."
UPDATE: okay, this is getting drastic. does that hair of the dog thing actually work for hangovers? because i'm about ready to go hold up a liquor store, take half a handle of vodka and chug it at my desk if it'll make me feel any better.
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Do you really sound like that at the end of the evening? ...like Ana Nicole?
I'm a bit burnt today as well after the pub's proprieter bought us a couple of extra rounds we didn't need last night.
It was nice meeting you guys last night. I should have photos of the happy hour pretty soon. Possibly this weekend, since I actually shot color film. I was dragging some this morning, but finally woke up after lunch. Well, if you are still feeling hungover this evening, getting drunk again will certainly make the feeling go away, at least temporarily.
Two words: Bloody Mary. Mimosas will also do the trick. Plus a burrito.
four words: alka seltzer morning relief
it's how i got through grad school.
A big giant Jamba Juice (or your juice bar equivalent of choice) always makes me feel a little less toxic post-binge.
it was nice meeting you too, drew! my hangover made me forget to include your name in my laundry list of bloggers. i can't wait to see some of the photos you took, as long as i don't look like a slobbering drunk in any of them. well, in most of them, anyways.
hmm. thank you for all the recommendations. i might have to make myself a mimosa as soon as i get home. i'd do it at my desk if i didn't want to enhance my growing reputation as the company drunk.
A bit impractical for your situation right now, but I personally guarantee my breakfast tacos as a cure for what ails you. Not just hangovers, either.
The theory behind hair of the dog (in my limited understanding/repetition of stuff I've heard) is that the reintroduction of alcohol into your system reboots your liver, bringing it to full operational capacity. Maybe this explains why juice (trace alcohol) makes us feel better? Or a graceful way to explain why I'm always, always drinking?
To get rid of my hangover before playing soccer on Sundays, I generally down a massive container of Powerade or Gatorade and eat 3 or 4 bananas while convalescing on the couch. If that doesn't work, playing soccer always snaps me out of my post-drinking torpor. Going for a run probably isn't most folks idea of a good hangover cure, but it works for me.
I donno, Kriston. I've always heard that hair of the dog works just because a hangover is basically alcohol withdrawal. Like how heroin is a phenomenal remedy for heroin withdrawal.
It's more complicated than that though, what with those fabled congeners and all. I'm pretty curious to try these chaser things, although from the FAQ page it looks like a couple tablespoons of activated charcoal would work just as well.
Breakfast tacos...not just for breakfast anymore.
i went to the vending machine to get some juice, but the only thing they had was some unholy tropicana alliance of peach, papaya and pear. but it seems to be working a little bit.
A breakfast taco is good anytime of day.
Krupin's is always my sure fire way to beat a post-Bacchanalian migrane. Whitefish salad on a bagel, matzo ball soup always does the trick.
It was nice to meet you, Catherine!
I, too, felt a little like ass today. In fact, I woke up in the middle of the night with the world's worst headache & lungyuck (my new word for too many cigarettes) and considered calling in sick to work right then (at, like, 2:30 in the morning), but that would mean missing the holiday party. Said party started at noon, and after a couple of cokes and some food, I was back on the juice at 1:00 and feeling immensely better. Now it's pretty much happening all over again. 9pm, and I'm off to bed.
And by "juice" I do not mean juice. I mean booze. In case that wasn't clear.
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