A Howling of Kittens

Now this is what The Booze Cabinet is all about: drinking, and its many rewards. And drawbacks. This article in The New Yorker is long, but boy, is it full of information. It’s all about The Hangover. You know what I’m talking about:

Amis described the opening of Kafka’s “Metamorphosis,� with the hero discovering that he has been changed into a bug, as the best literary representation of a hangover.

While most of my readers, friends and associates will undoubtedly be familiar with the hangover, there is much to learn from this article, from a medical and historical point of view. And it is nice to simply have some understanding of this evil that lurks within. I have often complained of “unjust” hangovers–those which seem to arrive without much instigation, i.e., a three-beer hangover. I realize now I simply do not drink as much as I used to:

Unjustly, habitually heavy drinkers seem to have milder hangovers.

I know plenty of people who never seem to be hungover, no matter what the night before entailed; this may be because they are continually drunk, perhaps, but it sure is frustrating to put in so little effort at drinking and be hit with a headache that lasts for hours. It’s obvious that my drinking skills have eroded over time, and so unjust hangovers are my punishment. It’s always a work in progress, this life!

I personally have found that the frozen eye mask, the Advil, and the Bloody Mary are the most effective means of fighting the hangover, along with shitloads of agua, but this remedy may come in handy in the coming weeks as I head to Mexico for my wedding:

The Thomas Abercrombie (two Alka-Seltzers dropped into a double shot of tequila).

The Booze Cabinet is open to further suggestions (although “don’t drink in the first place” is out of the question!).


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