tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33667788.post7201449679691291826..comments2023-10-28T09:46:52.653-04:00Comments on SullsBlog: Top 5 - HangoversDavid Sullivanhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06847923057333798936noreply@blogger.comBlogger8125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33667788.post-27966299212578933652008-03-26T10:36:00.000-04:002008-03-26T10:36:00.000-04:00I've had some pretty bad hangovers - used to name ...I've had some pretty bad hangovers - used to name them like the weather service names hurricanes, using the name of whoever else was involved or the object of whatever party or concert it was. <BR/><BR/>"Hangover Elvis" was pretty bad, but "Hangover Nick" has the distinction of being the first hangover that was bad enough to make me call in sick. I'll spare you any real details, because some of these descriptions in your blog post and in the comments pretty much cover all that a hangover is or could be, and it doesn't bear too much repetition. <BR/><BR/>But I have NEVER experienced "Moby Shit" which I think would have sent me to the doctor post-haste. Or to start writing my will.<BR/><BR/>I salute you.Andrastehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/17995089221441792487noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33667788.post-11246013104751004612008-03-25T19:16:00.000-04:002008-03-25T19:16:00.000-04:00I can't remember where my first hangover occured, ...I can't remember where my first hangover occured, but I do remember (I think) it involved Southern Comfort, which is no comfort the next day. I've had numerous (and worse) hangovers since and every time I convince myself it will never happen again, but inevitibly, it does. My last bad one was 4 months ago. I usually have a bad hangover a couple times a year. I don't know if that makes me a raging drunk or what, but I feel like I might be due for another one soon. <BR/><BR/>I haven't ever pooped white, but I have woken up with a cracked lip and sandpaper tongue from breathing through my mouth all night. That's a fun experience when you're trying to drink gallons of water and your cracked lips are bleeding all over the glass. Good times, good times.Spanky McCloudhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08606120365724016699noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33667788.post-1927575660761033212008-03-19T19:47:00.000-04:002008-03-19T19:47:00.000-04:00Wowwwww! What an education I got here. NOW I KNOW ...Wowwwww! What an education I got here. NOW I KNOW i'm a light-weight! LOL!CapCityhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03772430267433358900noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33667788.post-6877910689758148642008-03-14T14:48:00.000-04:002008-03-14T14:48:00.000-04:00Oh, Jim - was it Bunratty Castle where you got you...Oh, Jim - was it Bunratty Castle where you got your drunk on? My wife and I went there on our honeymoon.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06416608758785325468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33667788.post-69647548879852375722008-03-14T14:46:00.000-04:002008-03-14T14:46:00.000-04:00My worst was my first, the spring of 1989. A good ...My worst was my first, the spring of 1989. A good friend of mine at the time lived near a series of highway roads that (at the time) had never been used. They were gated off, weeds growing through the cracks and the like. But you had overpasses you could huddle under away from the prying eyes of parents and police.<BR/><BR/>So he, I and a few of my friends score a case of Coors Light, a bottle of Peachtree and I am pretty sure that vodka was involved. We walk down the hill, hack through some growth and walk down one of the would've been two-lane roads to an overpass. There we proceed to drink everything. We then start staggering down the road towards what would've been the on-ramp about two miles away from my friend's house because it seemed like a good idea. At which point "The Sicks" began.<BR/><BR/>So it's a two-mile trudge back to my friend's house, punctuated by copious vomiting and people dragging their near-unconscious friends (sadly, I was a dragger and not a dragee). We reach the house, eat a handful of toothpaste (as if our breath was the concern) and pass out.<BR/><BR/>The next morning it was like a thousand little hammers were pounding on my head in unison. It stayed that way all day long. And all night long. It was my first ever day-long hangover. I've had harder ones of shorter duration, but nothing will ever beat being 17 years old, hung over and having to sit through a weekend high-school dance with the blaring music and flashing lights in a gymnasium. <BR/><BR/>That, my friends, is Hell.Davehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06416608758785325468noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33667788.post-42243529186138088792008-03-05T15:11:00.000-05:002008-03-05T15:11:00.000-05:00Yeah, but you guys never took a white shit! (well,...Yeah, but you guys never took a white shit! (well, now I have to remeber who I'm talking to, y'all probably have.David Sullivanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/06847923057333798936noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33667788.post-38568647748634005262008-03-05T14:46:00.000-05:002008-03-05T14:46:00.000-05:00Wow, been there done most of that!I've written abo...Wow, been there done most of that!<BR/><BR/>I've written about two of my worst on the blog (Keesler and Vietnam), but one of the top 3 was at a Christmas party. A friend told me to drink Pepto-Bismol before drinking and you could last longer. Well, the truth is, you can, but the bad part is that you become drunk all at once...just like flipping on a light switch!<BR/><BR/>It hit me and I was like that horse in Animal House...I knew I was drunk and I hit the front door for air. In the yard I lay in the frost of a 20 degree night and made frost-angels as my "friends" video taped me answering all kind of questions I shouldn't have answered!fuzzbert_1999@yahoo.comhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08523386203834736598noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33667788.post-6003887386901074152008-03-05T13:42:00.000-05:002008-03-05T13:42:00.000-05:00Great post.My own first - as you say, you always r...Great post.<BR/><BR/>My own first - as you say, you always remember your first - was also a red wine induced one. I was on vacation in Ireland with my parents. I was 14, I believe. We went to a Medieval Manor kind of place - food served on platters, eat with your hands, entertainment by actors playing serving wenches, the king, etc.<BR/><BR/>Well, they also served huge casks of red wine on every table. No drinking age. Add those two together and you get a very drunken 14-year-old Jim before my parents saw what was happening and shut me off. The rest of the night was a blur. I'm sure I became part of the entertainment myself.<BR/><BR/>Next morning? Sick as a dog. No matter how much water I drank, or milk, or whatever, I felt as shitty as I've ever felt, before or since. My head pounded, I had utterly incurable dry mouth, AND we had to fly home that day, so the compression in the airplane cabin didn't help at all.<BR/><BR/>Ugh. More than 35 years later, I still get a shiver reliving it.Suldoghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07778845367184916684noreply@blogger.com