Jan
13
Hanging Over
I think hangovers are the shin splits of drinking. No one can ever diagnose you having one. But good drinkers, real drinkers, just like real, good runners, always bemoan them. You’re supposed to feel it.
What are they really, though? Is it a drinking badge of honor, just like blood-stained socks and chaffing and blisters are for runners? And who’s to say that the dull and bland sensation of waking up after a lot of drinking is not just a continuation of the lavish out-of-body performance of the night before?
Maybe I’m just a little disenchanted that I’ve never been tremendously hungover, puking over a toilet the next morning with curses uncensored.
