You slept for about 3 hours total, the smell of vodka and olives is still on your breath, and now it’s time to go to work.
“Are we still on for today?”
These well-meaning “hangover specialists” are all paying forward different versions of that same conventional wisdom: namely, that there is a single best cure for the post-drinking blues.
My hangover went to church once, but it vomited and was promptly asked to leave and never return, a request it has taken very, very seriously.
3. When your parents cut you off, it’s the worst thing in the world.
Believe it or not, we don’t have all the free time in the world. And we do get hangovers.
I’m learning a lot about home ownership via repeated viewings of “House Hunters” and “Property Brothers.”
9. Instagram literally puts filters on our lives. You can play the game all you want but there are no winners here, just losers who need you to validate their brunch.
Tuesday is very much the “Angels and Airwaves” of nights out; it has a feel, you sorta get it, but not as close to what you know a night out could be capable of.