“Legendary-ish Stories” is a series I plan to write occasionally in which I describe actual incidents that happened in my life. These incidents often involve alcohol and at times immorality – neither of which I necessarily condone. With these stories I hope to add a touch of humor and display human imperfection while simultaneously eroding my credibility. Enjoy.
I woke up this morning my head pounding and I’m pretty sure a little less intelligent. For the first time in months I enjoyed a night of binge drinking. I’m sitting here right now thinking to myself that I really have no desire to do this again over new years, although peer pressure will no doubt overcome my will to avoid a hangover though.
My biggest question isn’t why this hangover is so “sucky”, but rather how the hell I put up with this shit several days a week while I was in college. Even more amazing is that I somehow made it through and retained a decent amount of knowledge. Knowledge that was forced fed to me by my professors when I was no doubt more concerned with putting grease into my stomach to ease the symptoms of a hangover induced by bottom shelf liquor varieties and cheap beer.
Last night was fun, but I didn’t dance with a transvestite and I didn’t black-out so I guess there is no amazing story to tell – this time. I did however enjoy the rush of guzzling beer with a few college friends and reliving the glory days of old. I also gained a new found respect for my apparent hollow leg in college that could only be filled with gratuitous amounts of low grade alcohol.
Long story short being hung-over sucks, occasionally binge drinking with friends is fun, and getting freak nasty with your wife on the dance floor like its 1999 is what its all about.