Hangover’s are the absolute f*cking worst. Your head’s pounding, any sudden movements and you might blow chunks all over that naked dude lying next to you, and the light — NOT THE LIGHT. When a hangover stumbles into the fetal position territory and you don’t give AF when ordering $55 worth of food on Seamless, you know you got into some crazy sh*t last night.
And unlike fine wine, hangovers just get sh*ttier and sh*ttier with age. What once took a glass of water and a greasy Egg McMuffin now consumes a full 18 to 36 hours of not moving, chugging gatorade, and curling up into a ball of regret and nauseous desperation. I knew I shouldn’t have played flip cup with Franzia last night.
So grab the Tylenol and stock up on that crate of Pedialyte because you are definitely not 21 anymore and you have the hangover to prove it. Or hell — maybe you ARE 21, but you just drink like Don Draper season 4 episode 6. #getittogether
