[doorgunner69]

Wife says I am weird (about several things) one of which is I do not get hangovers.

Certainly been sloshed enough, but at worst just feel woozy next morning. Never the splitting headaches I gather many suffer.

Maybe Irish and French genetics make me equipped for alcohol consumption?

[Jamestown1630]

My husband tells me I’ve never had a hangover because I don’t drink enough - but I think I’ve had enough, and at worst have still only felt sort of ‘flu-y’ in the morning.

I think Frank Sinatra once said that he felt sorry for people who don’t drink: when they wake up in the morning, that’s as good as they’ll feel all day.

(Probably the only true hangover cure is the preemptive one of not drinking in the first place.)

[ArcadeQuarters]

> I do not get hangovers.

Same. I drank plenty when I was younger and never got a hangover. My superpower goes to waste these days because I hardly ever drink.

[rlmorel]

I have been hung over five times in my life. Each one was bad. Memorable. But the last one ended kind of funny.

I had gone to a big halloween party the night before, and here was my costume:


It had a camera inside so I could see where I was going...drinking tubes...battery powered fans pulling in fresh air and exhausting it out the other side...all mounted on an old hockey helmet. But the night didn't end up so well. I ended up drinking what were called "urine shots" and were served in test tubes in a rack. A combination of Vodka and Red Bull. Now, I NEVER drink Vodka, and NEVER EVER drank Red Bull...not even coffee. I was totally unprepared for what that vicious concoction did to me when I drank a bunch of them. I was unable to drive and stayed in my car overnight. I made my way back home next morning, and was miserable. As I wallowed in my misery, each second feeling slightly worse than before, I resolved to get something in my stomach.

Anything.

Near at hand was a fortune cookie. Well, that is a fairly bland thing. It is something.

So, as I sat in my office, I carefully opened the cookie, and the fortune fell to the ground between my legs.

I rolled my chair back away from the desk and still seated, bent to pick it up.

And smashed my aching head into the edge of the desk.

Nearly mad with pain, nausea, anger, dizziness, and embarrassment, I was groaning and gritting my teeth.

Absentmindedly, holding my forehead with one hand, I looked at the fortune cookie in the other and it said:

"The day only gets better from here."