I had, yes, flashbacks of a fool- drinking far too much, and crawling on all fours to the bathroom, retching and heaving, till my eyeballs threatened to pop right out of my head. The next morning, if placing a ton of bricks on my head would have made it feel better, then that's what I would have done. I wanted to moan and cuss, but even the sound of my own voice made my head hurt even more.
So instead, this time, I drank iced tea, and decorated it with a sprig of mint to give it that fake-mojito vibe.
Adventure is my middle name. Just livin' on the edge, and sometimes, practically hanging off it.