A hangover is so much more than a headache – it’s a brutal punishment for a night of boozy debauchery. It all seems worth it when you’re slamming down your forth shot of whiskey, but you’ll wake up in the morning in the flaming pits of hell. The aftermath of a big night out is torture, simple as that.
My personal hangover hacks include guzzling Gatorade, carbo-loading at Panera, and spending all day in bed regretting every drink I’ve ever had. Once I feel better, I’m quick to celebrate with a big glass of wine. When will I learn?