Fine line between 2007 and nausea
I knew things were going in the wrong direction last night when I'm watching the Peach Bowl and the broadcast crew went crazy celebrating the New Year as the clock struck midnight -- in Rio de Janiero. What gives?!?
So, assuming your night ended the same as mine (passed out on the couch with a plate of sweet-and-sour meatballs resting on my chest), here's a good 80s game plan for recovering today.
STUCK IN THE 80s GUIDE TO RECOVERING ON NEW YEAR'S DAY:
1. McDonald breakfast sandwiches and Diet Coke: The official hangover food of George Michael. Get them ... now. I'll wait.
2. Comfort movies: If at all possible, set up a DVD player in your bedroom, to minimize your energy output. Now play your favorite soothing 80s movies. No action flicks! Too noisy. On reflective days like this, I lean toward the work of Eddie Murphy -- "Trading Places" (which ends on New Year's Day) and "Coming To America" ("So you see, my son, there is a very fine line between love and nausea.")
3. Medication: I'm no doctor, so please consider this entry for entertainment purposes only. But I will say informally that Excedrin contains a small amount of caffeine, which has the effect of opening blood vessels and relieving the pain of vodka tonics.
4. Your next party: Now that you feel better, start planning your next mistake. Might I suggest a Super Bowl party?
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It's 2008, I've been up and moving around since 7am. I was up until...check my last entry on Sean's blog. I feel really good even though I was drinking and I never drink.
You might ask, "why in the world is that woman up already?" Well, I will tell you why: I have to work. Yes, I'm working on New Year's Day.
To top that off I have to go shovel my drive way before I can back out of my garage. The snow plows have built a nice levy of snow at the end of my drive-way. Pity me yet? It'd sure be nice if some knight in a snow suit and a snow blower would come to my rescue. But alas, such chivalry is dead...and I'm destined to jack-up my back doing it all myself. ::sniffle::
Posted by: Marissa | January 01, 2008 at 09:23 AM
Yep Marissa.. You waaaayyy outlasted me last night. I think I was up about 20 minutes after I signed off. Trying to get my 'friend' out in California off the phone so I could go to sleep! Hope you got some help with all that snow. (Can you see me shaking... Snow, ugh, it's a 4 letter word in my book!)
Happy 2008 everyone!
Posted by: Carla | January 01, 2008 at 09:55 AM
The flop-sweating has officially occurred here in Florida. Not a good sign of recovery.
Posted by: Spears | January 01, 2008 at 10:07 AM
ooh Steve....or should I say ewwww Steve... neither sound good! Hope you're feeling better soon!
Posted by: Carla | January 01, 2008 at 10:17 AM
Anyone up for a live chat today? Just checking around.
Posted by: Spears | January 01, 2008 at 10:21 AM
Not sure about an all day event, like the last one was... but I'm around!
Posted by: Carla | January 01, 2008 at 10:27 AM
Heck no -- not an all day event! I can't handle that again!
Posted by: Spears | January 01, 2008 at 10:29 AM
I'm in for a while.. got to head out in a bit.
Posted by: Carla | January 01, 2008 at 10:34 AM
But it's looking like a lot of people might have partied tooo much last night or are working. Not sure how many will be able to face the day and join us in chat!
Posted by: Carla | January 01, 2008 at 10:35 AM
I'm going to watch the outdoor NHL game today.....Pittsburgh vs. Buffalo, should be cool.
Eat some pancakes, some back bacon.....you guys are invited.
Posted by: Al | January 01, 2008 at 12:16 PM
2 Bombay tonics, 7 Jager bombs and a dozen peanuts (at best) sent me on bilious oddyssey last week for the only McDonald's in NW DC whose shake machine was not broken.
McMuffin and a diet coke you say? Au contraire, mein freund. A large vanilla shake does a much better job at coating the stomach than an acidic soda. Better going down and if need be, better coming up. My apologies for the visual.
BTW, I just watched both Barfly and Pope of Greenwich Village for the gazillionth time. Perhaps a Mickey Rourke/skanky guys you can adore podcast?
I can't believe I failed to suggest, "They took my thumb, Charlie! They took my thumb." for greatest quotes of the 80s. Classic.
Posted by: Tonianne | January 01, 2008 at 02:18 PM
I'm no fan of McDonald's shakes. For some reason, they shred my stomach. And I need the soda's caffeine content to wake me from my stupor.
Speaking of New Year's silliness, we did a mini repeat party today. Same food and drinks -- just mixed with much less alcohol.
I needed something to tolerate that horrendous loss the Gators took in the Citrus Bowl.
Posted by: Spears | January 01, 2008 at 07:07 PM
Hi, honey! I'm home. Fetch me a turkey pot-pie!!
Posted by: Marissa | January 01, 2008 at 08:02 PM