The Hangover | Short Story | True Life

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Ladies and gentlemen, a few months ago I experienced “The Hangover”. No, not the movie or a regular hangover, this is the hangover to end all hangovers.

The source of the hangover, my cocktail table
The source of the hangover, my cocktail table

I don’t normally drink, or go out much for that matter. But the idea of having a girls night got me all excited. The night had started at my friends house, having a wee drink before heading out. One of my friends was turning 40 and the girls had decided a night out was in order.

I started with a sweet martini with bitter lemon. Not my favourite drink in the world but it did the job seeing as there was no other mixer. Then the shots appeared. Now, it’s worth mentioning that the shot glasses actually hold 3 shots worth of alcohol, and we had two each. Once we were warmed up, we headed to the bar. I haven’t been out in a while and forgot how loud they are. Cheap cocktails are all the rage in some places. Until 10 pm, the cocktails were £3 each and me (being a prat) ordered one of each. There were over 30 different glasses on our table at any given time. We danced, we drank, we went home. Then the poop hit the fan. Once inside my poor husband-to-be spent over an hour trying to wrangle me into bed. I wanted to dance, badly. Once I was finally in bed, I shut my eyes and the room started spinning. Not even putting my foot on the floor would stop the motion. I took off to the bathroom and stuck my head into the toilet just in time as the entire

We danced, we drank, we went home. Then the poop hit the fan. Once inside my front door, my poor husband-to-be spent over an hour trying to wrangle me into bed. I wanted to dance, badly. Once I was finally in bed, I shut my eyes and the room started spinning. Not even putting my foot on the floor would stop the motion. I took off to the bathroom and stuck my head into the toilet just in time as the entire night’s drink came back up. I was there for so long I passed out and woke up two hours later with my head resting on the loo seat and my hair in the toilet. I cleaned myself up as best I could and went for a glass of water. This only made things worse. Every glass I had, I threw up again. It wasn’t until glass number six that I was able to keep anything down. I gave up in the end and admitted defeat to my hangover. I curled up on the sofa and for the next two days, I barely moved.

Lesson learnt. Do not mix your drinks. Since then I haven’t drunk more than one glass of wine at a time for fear of the room spinning appearing. Take it from me, drinking to excess is bad!

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