Posts filed under 'New Years Eve'
Another Year, Another Hangover
Hydrate, hydrate, hydrate people, as it’s the morning of New Year’s Eve…and you know what THAT means…heinous hangovers are just a short 24 hours away. Just in time for the holiday, I happened upon a commercial last night for ChaserOnline, a “hangover prevention supplement” that supposedly relieves the goddawful side effects of heavy drinking.
I’m not proud of the fact that I’ve turned into a lightweight in my mature days, getting cottonmouth, an uneasy stomach, and incapacitating headaches after only two glasses of champagne. (Of late, I’m blaming it on the 5,280 foot altitude). So if ChaserOnline truly does live up to its claim, I’ll take three boxes please (and two more for my brother).
This magical anti-hangover supplement evidently works due to “specially processed calcium carbonate and charcoal. These two ingredients attract and absorb hangover-causing toxins and then safely pass them out of your system.” Ummm, did they just say charcoal? As in the kind of charcoal that’s “the blackish residue consisting of impure carbon obtained by removing water and other volatile constituents from animal and vegetation substances???” Naaaasty.
Admiteddly, my current cure for hangovers consisting of the consumption of bloody mary’s, coupious amounts of fried food, and gatorade isn’t the healthiest prescription…but consuming “blackish residue?” Me no likey. I’d rather drink numerous flutes of the cheapest rose champagne on the market and face the concequences. Or Veuve. Or Dom. Or Cristal. I’m flexible, really. Now excuse me, I’m off to hydrate.

Add comment December 31, 2006
It’s Not You, 2006…It’s Me.
Yesterday I had one of those days when NOTHING was going right. I don’t want to bore you with the details, but for all you ladies reading…among everything else….my hairdryer broke. Yes, that small appliance that you take for granted every day until a night when you need to look stunningly beautiful and it goes and dies on you.
As a result, I went out on the town for New Year’s Eve looking somewhat like Bridget Jones after her encounter with a convertible car:
Men, for those of you rolling your eyes and yawning at this entry, let me put it in context for you so you really understand what I’m talking about. It’s like your flatscreen, HDTV breaking. Yeah, I know – bad right????
And so sums up my relationship with 2006. Ohhh, ‘06, you really kicked my ass this year. But I’m a firm believer that whatever doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger…so in that vein, 2006 -I gotta hand it to you, you really challenged me. And with that, I think it’s time we go our seperate ways. Yes, 2006, I’m breaking up with you so I can go galavant with my new BFF, 2007. I hope we can still be friends.
(That’s obviously a picture of 2007 and me walking down a country road, holding hands and smiling. If you’re wondering, 2007 is the one in the pink jumpsuit.)
Add comment January 1, 2007