An Era is Gone: New Man

July 9th, 2011
After a work week and long night of drinking, I try to sleep a lot, which helps me stay human. I sleep before 8:00, I get up by 4:00, so that’s pretty good actually. I’m feeling pretty good and wonder if I’ll be doing stuff tonight.
I falter a bit and end up trying to rest for a bit. Boom, it’s time to catch the 8:50 and I’m all showered up and ready to walk to the station. However, something just quite isn’t right. I’m not feeling proper. I tried to drink loads of water, eat, do some pushups (gets blood flowing), etc. to get rid of my hangover. I guess it must be the adrenaline in me pushing me, but I end up calling it a night and chilling at home. I just didn’t feel proper to be able to make it into the city.
By 9:00PM, I’m trying to pass out. Even after eating, drinking loads of water, and trying to treat myself, I go into the gutter. I constantly have that vomit taste in my mouth, the one where you know you’re going to throw up. I try to, but I can’t.
I lay down in bed trying to sleep and I’m just in the worst possible sick state ever. My hands can’t keep completely steady, my head hurts, my mouth is constantly dry, and my stomach is just not sitting down food. It’s the worst. My mom even stops by the hosue to pick up some stuff and I don’t even bother saying Hi. I actually hopes she doesn’t walk into my room that has the lights turned off because I’m in such a messed up state that I couldn’t have a conversation with her without her being able to tell something was wrong.
However, by about 12:00-1:00AM, I get proper. I’m starting to get a clear head, things aren’t hurting, and I’m feeling like myself. I keep drinking water, chat with Tracy and people online and call it a night. Nice and easy. I’m glad to be able to sleep without feeling sick like I was all day.
Aaron gets Bolanos’ phone and tries to creep on the Germans and get them out. Ela was texting me and bored, but Lena was asleep and Ela definitely was not going out and was probably asleep by them.

It turns out that I’m no longer the hero that I used to be. Aaron and I have had this conversation and the hangovers have gotten exponentially worse. I used to never understand the word hangover. In Prague, I seriously never got them. Then I started having to drink liters of water before I went to sleep when I was at NYU, but that was still fine. Now, even on a regular tipsy or drunk night, the effects come and they come hard.
Lets take a recap of the night. Kenka double beer (2.5) + McSoreley’s 5 of the mugs (2.5) + Shot and beer at Sophie’s (2) + Lovers drink, stiff cocktail (1.5) + Screwdrivers at Aaron’s (1.5) = 10 drinks
That is a lot, but nothing that I couldn’t do before. And also, I started at 9:30PM, didn’t get home until 7AM, so that’s almost 10 hours for my body to deal with those drinks. If anything, I would expect my old self to be completely fine. I even absolutely gorged myself during dinner to make sure that I wouldn’t be on an empty stomach. I also felt fine the night of. At no point did I feel sloppy drunk or that I needed someone to tell me to stop.
However, the next day was gone, even 24 hours after having my first drink, I was sicker than a dog. The result was I absolutely lost an entire Saturday. A weekend day completely gone. A day that I could’ve used getting stuff done in the house or going out chilling, or even better, having a day in the city.
I’ve already known that it’s gotten worse and worse, but now it’s just ridiculous. Nothing’s changed with the circumstances surrounding it. If anything, I have been drinking a lot less for a while, even though my tolerance is the same. I have been trying really hard to avoid these super hangovers. However, this day really annoyed me. I can no longer mess with having days like these. Life is too short. This could mean that I should just have my fun, but I care too much about my sober consciousness.
Maybe I can have 2-3 on a night out, but now, I don’t think I can put myself through that horrible feeling again. I really hope I will change for the better.