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Let's talk hangovers. Ever have a hangover after a night that just wasn't that cool? What the fuck? One of those nights where you actually talk yourself into believing that more drinks will obviously equal more fun. A hangover after a blah night is like getting a song you don't like stuck in your head. An unwanted and unwarranted guest. It's like the person you want passing you by while the person you're turned off by flirts with you. Makes you have a greater understanding of Morrissey's lyrics. However, sometimes after an evening of lovely enjoyment, I don't mind a little hangover. It's like a lingering reminder of the night before's excitement. A sex injury of sorts, painful but worthy of a smug smirk.
A side note, coconut water is a great relief for the morning after too many Jag-eritas. Not coconut milk, coconut water. Trust me on this one.
Next weekend I think I'll go to Philly or NYC and work up a headache to be proud of.
Wish me luck and meet me there... seriously.

Sunday afternoons bad comedy of choice: Grandma's Boy.